Monday, July 18, 2011

You've got to be kidding....

C'mon.  This is at 6:00 at night.  No relief in sight.  My flowers are dying, the garden is wilting and I am melting.  And of course, mid-July, it's baling season.  We raise about 30 cow/calf pairs so we bale brome and alfalfa every summer.  Baling always means triple digit temps and triple the work.  Mow, rake, bale. Repeat.  I feel so bad for my hubby.....  In a 19-something Heston swather that was invented before a/c.  Poor guy.  I'm ready for fall...

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