When we walked this morning, the sun was shining for a change. When I went outside to turn the horses out a while ago a loudmouth songbird of some sort was singing beautifully in the coffee bean tree. I could swear I smelled spring approaching. The silly cold I had, in case you hadn't already guessed, is retreating, and I feel much better.
Cliff and I have decided we'd better get passports if we're going to Montana, just in case we want to cross over into Canada. We've never had passports in our lives, but I was able to find information that tells us what we need and what we must do. Seems to me that for $100, it ought to be good for more than ten years, but what do I know.
I haven't had anything remarkable happen today, so I'm hard-pressed for an entry. We're thinking of going to the Western Farm Show in Kansas City tomorrow, so perhaps that will provide me with some blog fodder. It's a shindig for real farmers (as opposed to pretend farmers like us), showcasing the latest agricultural machines and products. Cliff enjoys seeing the new tractors and equipment, even though he could never use most of it and couldn't afford it anyway; and any time there's a crowd involved, I get to people-watch. I hope I don't forget my camera.