To the farm...

The weekend before Christmas Lars and I tried to hunt pheasants in a good old blizzard. That's the last time I've been to the farm. So, today, Joanne and I are going to see how my tractors have fared over the winter. It's nice to have our little house in the metropolitan town of Sinai, SD. Having neighbors provides security when I'm gone. It's almost like living in a condo. I used to ask my mother the gossip when she came home from quilting circle. She'd say, "oh there's no gossip, only news" with a twinkle in her eye. So now I can catch up on the news, too.