Mist
A mist of rain as late as this forenoon.
With no mowing for today, we did drive over to the blue barn acre this forenoon. What looked like a galvanized metal ring buried around one of the older trees, needed a second look. Sheets of galvanized tin used in grain bins were usually 24″ or wider in width. Dennis took ahold where he could see the ends overlapped. Hmm. The width of this was about 8″. It pulled out of the wet dirt easily . . . the entire length. It is still about 20′ of it in length. Who knows when this was put in and around. Our small two-wheel trailer will be needed to get rid of it. Where that location will be, is yet to be determined. There are also four cement blocks and portions of them next to a group of trees that need to go onto the same load. Oh yes, there is an older small television in the south line that also needs to go. Those items are the extent of what will be loaded and out of there this year.
When we drove into the driveway of the blue barn acre from the Hammond HWY, the acre looked palatial. Seeing the acre through from all angles . . . sweet. We have come a long way since the demolition of the actual barn this spring. All costs of clearing the acre have been paid for. Tightening our belts did the trick. We made sure the assessor’s office has taken the barn off of the records.
Dennis kidded me that all I have shopped for this 2023 year has been groceries. I did purchase fabric for the two twin sized t-shirt quilts but was reimbursed when they were picked up. He thought one of these days I would be due for some retail therapy. Nope . . . I can’t think of a single thing I need.
Dennis did decide we’re going west for supper. West to Windom. Friend Dewayne has mentioned to Dennis, that he and his wife go there often. A road date for sure.
Sun will be out tomorrow and so will the mowers in our neighborhood. Dennis has been chomping at the bit.