It was a raw southeast wind today. The first time that my eyes teared up and of course with hands that are encased in gloves and topped off with mittens the tears just had to fall. I know I had a tissue in my pocket but my huge covered hands could no way fit into the pocket. But . . . on the up side, these last several days I have not perspired through my clothes. I have no idea how far away the corn husks had come from as they scurried across the county road. In my younger days I might have tried to pick as many up as possible to make corn husk dolls. Ya . . . my sister and I tried every type of craft possible that took no capitol. By the way, do any of you still have the Christmas trees we made using Styrofoam bases covered with dyed chicken feathers? They were just fantastic! It was beyond Dad’s head as we all got together and did the last of the heavy hens for the freezer and Elvera and I were slowing the process down as we were choosing the best of the breast feathers to save. Yup, cheap but classy.