Dad and Andrew worked on hay again.
I worked in town again, and was so glad when I was able to get my shift on the 11th switched with another young lady so that I can attend my grandpa's sale...
When I got home, I worked in our garden.
We Have a Little Garden
~by Beatrix Potter
We have a little garden,
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.
We love our little garden,
And tend it with such care,
You will not find a faded leaf
Or blighted blossom there.
And that was our day. I thought of taking pictures of the progress we're making in the weeding department, but my camera batteries are dead and Mother had her camera in Bismarck with her. So, that shall have to wait for another day.
I'm getting up early again (5:00) in the morning (even earlier this time, as I'm orientating for the AM shift.)
Have a lovely evening and sweet dreams and God be with you~