Warning: Sharp Turns Ahead! If we were on the road, that's the road sign I'd put up for a drive along this post. There will be several rather abrupt subject changes. Hope you don't mind. There was just no way to transition smoothly!
Another delay to haying. Wednesday we had a small rain shower, so yesterday things were too damp to hay. The guys worked in the yard instead, leveling some spots, backfilling around the house from when it was built, and planning a big day of haying for Friday. And then yesterday evening...
...another storm came in that didn't look too terrible from a distance, and then it got here. And after swooping in with some roaring wind and rain, it hailed for at least 30 minutes, everything from tiny pea size up to the size of a quarter. By the time it was done the yard was white and the trees were looking kind of pittiful. Fortunatly the wind wasn't blowing while it hailed so it fell straight and didn't smash any windows or do any damage aside from beating our flowers to the ground.
After the storm, the sunset light put on quite a show...
First Sharp Turn:
Ok, Meagan, you asked for it! A few pictures of our new home. Keep in mind that settling in is still in the works:
This is my kitchen:
|Meagan, did you notice I have Lily's flower she sent me, still on the fridge?|
|still working on getting some towel racks. Just can't find one that I like.|
The Second Sharp Turn:
Last week my mother-in-law and I drove to Dickinson to meet my sister-in-law to shop for a wedding dress. She found the perfect one, though I don't know how she picked. She looked amazing in all of them. This was especially special to me because I missed shopping for a wedding dress last summer with my sister and my other sister-in-law. So I was so thrilled that I was home to go with Justine!
|this is not THE dress, just so you know!|
Taking another turn:
The other evening it was so nice and so beautiful...
Last Sharp Turn:
I've kind of taken over the barn chores. Hope my father-in-law doesn't mind. Do you see my barn chores? Look close. They're right there peaking at you. There are two of them.
Beaky, on the other hand, had some thought put into his name. He's so layed back (to the point I have to nudge him with my toe most day to get him up and moving) and not all that intelligent, and so I was telling Malcolm he kind of reminds me of that baby buzzard on Loony Toons. Do you know the one? The one thats really slow and dim witted? So Malcolm got online this morning and looked him up for me, and turns out his name is Beaky. So, now the steer has a name. Dumb name for a dumb steer, but he sure is handsome!
|wish he'd been born a heifer. I might have tried to keep him.|
So it was just the three of us hanging out together until a few days ago when we got some new friends down in the barn.
See, there's this cow that's been kept out here in the pasture around the house because she has twins. And one day apparently she decided two wasn't enough, and adopted a calf from the pasture where all the other cows are. He just showed up out there one day with the cow and her twins and never seemed inclined to go back home to his mommy. Upon closer inspection, some started to wonder if perhaps he didn't have a mommy to go back to, so he and his adopted family were brought in, and thus, Beaky and Margo got a new friend. I just call him Baldy.
|they are about the same age as Baldy, so you can see the size difference|
The countdown begins. I reckon it won't be too long before we get back to work. I'm not overly thrilled about it, and I keep making comments about just not going back, but I guess if I'm honest I know it won't be too bad. I do enjoy our adventures, and seeing something new out the window all the time, and not having to wash dishes after we eat or trying to figure out what to feed him when he comes in at 9:00 at night and is hungry because he hasn't had dinner yet. See, trucking has its merits!