We babysat our prize little girl three days this week, but now her mom is off work until Monday. I took the opportunity to take some straw to the barn, and then I picked tomatoes. The weather-guessers are forecasting near-freezing temperatures for tonight, so I decided to get in gear.
I sent the poem in the previous entry to the secretary of our tractor club, and she asked if I'd read it at our club Christmas dinner; of course I agreed to that. Where would I get a more receptive audience for that poem than with a group of tractor-loving people?