Hay is really heavy. Also unwieldy, and scratchy. Mom and I loaded 60 bales of hay into the barn this morning, stacking it way over our heads. Not too shabby for a couple of broads. There's 120 bales there now; we need another 100+ to see the minis through 7 months of pastureless winter.
I love my still. The weather was actually cooperating today (not too windy, not raining), but I only thought of starting it up... When it was too late. *sigh*
This is Peter, a cat we fostered as a kitten. We adopted him and his mom from the local shelter. This picture of him is notable, becaue his mouth is closed. Most picture of him show him with his mouth open, mid-meow. Peter REALLY likes to talk.
Today we packed orders, and made a bunch of bath salt samples to give away at farmers market tomorrow.
Also John fixed the mower, and mom did a bunch of mowing. She pulled a bunch of weeds today too.
And then we packed farmwagon for market! We are hoping for a really great market tomorrow :)