The beautiful and sunny weekend restored me.
Angus and Max poodled around among the fruit trees.
You can just see Angus' little sprout of a tail at the left among the shrub branches.
Angus is subject to sudden bursts of joyful Run Back To Mom energy.
Max realized that now he was down there all by himself . . .
. . . and trudged back up the lawn.
The wood man dropped off two cords of firewood.
We're all set for this winter and next; this represents future warmth and security.
Two more loads will come before winter sets in for real.
Husband called Neighbor Farmer: "Does your kid want to stack some wood?"
The young man, in his early teens and therefore eager to establish himself as strong and able,
will be along this week to stack all that.
Farm kids are the best.
Husband puttered with other things.
I hardly ever go up in that direction. It certainly offers a different perspective.
It makes us look like Little House on the Prairie folk.