Shannon came and got that darling little grandchild to spend the morning with her. After which Shannon would deliver that precious little one to her mother in Grand Junction.
With that…Terry said it was time to finish hauling the dirt.
So off we went…
The sky was full of clouds and the air thick and cold when we started out, by the end of the day we were being battered with wind, dirt, and hints of moisture (which never came).
It took seven loads from there to here and back again. But we finished before supper…finished before dark, finished for another year.
Everyday I marvel at the wonder of my life…it is enmeshed in a thousand strands of daily actions, which bind Terry and I securely to this bit of earth we call our farm.
From my world to your heart!
That fun little star shaped balloon
And a grandson who wanted to paint the trim on the upstairs window!