Tuesday, June 13, 2017


Before I crawled out of bed this morning I remembered that I had purchased 4 pounds of strawberries to make jam last Friday. There are now 4 pts of jam on the counter. Alas, the book on CD that I was listening to lasted longer than the jam making and dish washing. I was forced to clean some cupboards as the story ended.

The clouds this morning before another storm rolled through. We got .27" of rain. The humidity was awful the rest of the day.
 The clouds this morning. We are having another thunder-boomer tonight. Fortunately the wind hasn't been too bad. There's been a little rain and a few hail stones.  We were outside tying LuAnn up so her calf could suck, and the hailstones pinged real nicely on that steel building. There's a tornado warning in effect for another hour.  As of 10:30 we have .60 of rain for the day.

Just call me Terry. Today I was looking for our old yellow step ladder and couldn't find it anywhere. Terry found it in the machine shed. It was in plain sight a few feet from the door.
 While we were making repairs to the old tin shed, I noticed writing on the side of it. The writing is not ours. Once upon a time, a long time ago before we came to live here, someone apparently did some figuring out there. If you enlarge the picture, you can see the figures on the left. A few more numbers can be seen up a little and to the right. Isn't it amazing that something written with a pencil would last that long?

We gave Jonah his overeating/tetanus shot and then banded him. We did the same to the calf that was born to Izzy today.  He sure is a nice big calf.

Terry said to check the southwest corner of the alfalfa field south of the house to see how many branches had blown out of the cottonwoods there. Of course there were some on the ground, and some were large. They were 6 inches in diameter, 35-40 feet long and one of the large ones was 100 feet from the tree line.
We pulled the drag out of the little dam. First, Terry tried to pull it out more frontwards, but he couldn't get very close and then he was on the side hill and could feel the tractor tipping as he pulled. Then he pulled it from the rear and that worked. The jack stand had broken on its way down the hill. When we were finished, I tried to find the path it had taken from the hill to the dam. There was no definite path. I don't understand why the hitch wouldn't have dug in and made a rut, especially near the dam where the ground is terribly rough.

Proverbs 11:27 He who seeks good finds goodwill, but evil comes to him who searches for it.

Kathy, Terry, and Dandi

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