I finished cleaning and prepping my gardens by the the corrals, which led me to figure out I had better get the corrals back into order, fences and gates in repair, take down the metal fences and store them until next year (for when the cows come). Clean out the loafing shed and move some things around.
A little squirrel chattered at me, from one of the corral posts; the call of a Robin sitting high in the Willow tree made a sweet song as I worked.
so the rolling had to occur as soon as he could hook up the roller or the earth would turn into clods.
Friday and Saturday we kept a steady pace.
Their songs high and sweet— and full of joy!
From my world to your heart,