The Goodwife took
me back to the farm. She returned to
Denver where on Tuesday she boarded a plane for Hawaii via Salt Lake and
Seattle to visit her mother.
I had a few farm
chores to attend to before leaving for Kansas:
fetch the drills in and clean them out (they collect water and any wheat
left in them will sprout, rot and corrode, not to mention beckoning to mice as
a great place to nest and pollute), water trees for maybe the last time and put
away the tank trailer, and change the oil on the 820.
The impressive lineup not only stood me in
good stead when mechanized digging in the dirt was called for this summer, it
can now serve to trap a little snow this winter. No pictures of the oil change.
Black sulfurous diesel oil doesn’t mix well with digital cameras, and it’s not
possible to perform the operation without getting elbow deep in the used oil.
One final check
of the new wheat,
Pack up what we didn’t have room for on the last trip to
Kansas,
And off I go. Home about 9 p.m. Tuesday. A little soffit and fascia work to do, a
roof to replace, a few other jobs to do plus my own work should keep the rust
out of my joints this fall and winter.
A 90-degree day on Wednesday, and then, Summer is over.
“Bird Feeder”
takes on a new connotation. I put out
some old wheat on the sidewalk, but was a little surprised at the “customers”.
The snow has
cleared and it is nice enough to do the laundry using one of these new-fangled
devices—a solar clothes dryer.
Time to do a
little resting. I think the roofing
materials will be in tomorrow.
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