Daisy's Song

Good Evenin'

And, another fair day! Bottom supposed to fall out this weekend and we only made 50 this afternoon, the evenin' comin' on cool. I believe tomorrow's like to be a firewood and fix the barn roof day. Just a chance a precip, but with the price a hay, we better patcher up, keep what we have dry as can be.

Otherwise, another up and down day. Went to sleep last night on half a peanut butter sandwish and a cup of milk; after the run to albuquerque, startin' at four a.m., time I got home fed and unpacked a few groceries, way too tired to cook. So, predictable, I woke up at two, again, spent some heart time and started my day at four, with a nap or two make up the difference. And, the problem is the horses know I'm up and start suggestin' flakes a hay; gramma daisy none the least, boy that girl can sing! Time the day is done I fed way more than budget.

Anyway, ate good this evenin' and hopeful sleep on 'til sunrise, get things back on track. Early, when all's quiet, if I'm quiet, the horses minds stays on the sun; soakin' up every ray, as it inches over the hills to the east. We don't start feedin' 'til eight, I can stretch one bale, all the way 'til dark and that's our best chance, make it to spring.

One a these days I'll have my phone with me and record gramma's mornin' aria; maybe I can use it for a ringtone.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune