Mom and I bedded down the goats this morning. My dad had said one of the round straw bales he'd made had broken strings on it, so we should use that one, so I went out and grabbed it tight with the 9030 and maneuvered it into the barn. By the time we had the whole bale spread out, the straw was at least a foot deep all over. Nice!
Diane, a friend I first met while working at the nursing home, stopped in to return something to mother and she shared some of her home-grown melon and celery with us. In return, we shared a couple bags full of apples and some swiss chard, which she said her husband loves.
Mom and I cleaned and cooked and baked and made a list of all the things we still hope to accomplish tomorrow before company arrives. I hope all goes as planned and that God will give us strength. :) I know He will.
The guys are still gone at the wheat field up North, combining with 2 machines and baling the straw. I have a homemade pizza in the oven for them whenever they get home.
We're so excited for this weekend to come. But, I think I've said that before!