Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Ah, well. One's mind does drift while milking and tending the girls.
Bess and I went up to the post office yesterday to mail a package. I don't go there often. Our dinky little PO is closed on Saturday and from one to two for lunch on weekdays. Bessie Anne is used to trips to the feed store and getting her two "cookies" (milk bones). She was so disappointed when I came back to the truck and had no treats, and believe me, she checked.
We got a little dab of rain last night. We'll take whatever comes and be glad that we got it. Talk of drought is in every conversation these days.