Of course, there's a big hill to ascend with a heavy sack full of walnuts. But it's good exercise. The horses were on their way to the barn lot; right after I took this shot they broke into a playful run.
The walnuts hide in the tall grass, where I step on a lot of them before I see them. That's all right, because I step on them to loosen the hulls when I get them to the house, anyhow. Cliff normally doesn't let the pasture grass get this tall, but we had a huge fuel bill a couple of months ago, on top of expenses from a trip to Arkansas during which we charged motel and gasoline expenses... followed by the purchase of an alternator for the Gold Wing. I do not take kindly to $700 credit card bills, and Cliff is a little afraid to start up a tractor right now for fear he'll send me into some sort of conniption fit. Those big tractors don't operate for free. We have this huge yard to mow, and Cliff uses the John Deere for a large part of that job; we buy fuel for Cliff's sister's yard, as well as ours. Although yard expenses are a drop in the bucket compared to what that big 1855 Oliver costs to operate when Cliff is plowing.
Bonnie and Clyde passed by, curious as to what I was doing. Those two stick together like glue.