work work work

What did you do over the weekend?

I know we all have plenty to do...with new lambs and milking moms.

Did I mention I gave first CDT shows and wormed 43 lambs last week? Oh, I still have a dozen to go....but that's a big chunk.

We did.....well my husband did....BBQ on Saturday....I made potato salad....and it was a good thing, because there would be no cooking the rest of the weekend.

They are supposed to cut our hay this week....yes, as my dear friend says....it should be good for thatching roofs by this time....but, in order to get bales of hay in the barn...something had to move out.

Mostly my old wool...which is now under tarps in the back yard. Then, under the old wool bags were lots of plastic storage boxes. Yes, it's almost three years...and we still have storage boxes....mostly family things. You know, the type of things from our youth that make us smile.

I found one several weeks ago....it was a tiny plastic cowboy hat in orange. Maybe says Phoenix on it....it was in a box in the barn. I immediately grabbed it. I can remember playing with this hat on my finger when I was small in my grandparents home. My cousin, Dick, would have the yellow hat, and we likely played cowboy stories together. Why do these things become so important that we have to pack them and move them and store them? For years....and years...and maybe more years than that?

I don't know.....I was working with a book years ago....and it said to get rid of everything that wouldn't fit in my new life. Yes, I do too have a new life....now in Missouri....in the woods....well I have a few sheep too. The things we could keep would be things that were an "altar" to our past....Well, maybe I have a few boxes of altars. he he....heh

The little hat wound up in my son's pocket, because I was doing something with my hands in the barn...and he took it back to Minnesota....and threw it in the washer...with his shirt. Yes, it came out of the wash fine....and he dutily brought it to me on my most recent trip to Minnesota....so back to Missouri came the little hat...and it is now hanging on my wall in the bedroom.

Long aside.....

What I wanted to say was I found Regie....I knew he was in there....but with the piles of wool and storage boxes I couldn't see him. I called Pat....who was out burning wool....and said "Come see the snake."

He came in, but couldn't see Regie anymore...."Sure you saw a snake."....he went back to burning wool. Later Regie decided the boxes and bags of wool weren't coming back to his corner of the barn.....and he dutifully crawled out to find another hidy place in the barn. "Come see the snake!", I yelled....and this time my husband came into the barn, as Regie uncoiled his four or five foot long body, and headed for the other side of the barn. Wow....he is a big snake.

Although he looks mostly black, he is likely a rat snake....and is helping to clear the mice out of the barn. I know it will help if I clean out the old bedding too. But then I wouldn't want Regie to have to find another building to live in....that would be the house.

Well, I just wanted you to know that even in 90 degree heat....we can get work done here.