The mail stuffing the post office box was mostly magazines, especially the weekly Economist. The post office stops forwarding magazines after a few weeks when "temporarily away." Also one South Dakota Conservation Digest, which features a picture of me, was there. Ten unread books line the couch and there are four more in a stand near the recliner. The current read is so good I'm reading only a few chapters a day to prolong the pleasure. Antique Power magazine, I'm antique but perhaps not power 😀, informs my old tractor habit (yesterday's blog mentioned that a tractor started but didn't say that the tractor is 73 years old.) Yes, and there was also a copy of Christian Century. Leaving Easter/birthday dinner Sunday L. gave me bag full of New Yorker, magazines and multiple copies of the New York Times and London book reviews. Certainly there is no shortage of reading material.
Turned loose in the cemetery Kaia knew exactly where to run. Flushing a rooster pheasant added spark to her morning. With the sudden onset of winter snows last December I left for the OFH rather quickly. There was hunting gear to store both in the house and from the truck, Now the truck has its farming supplies.
So is life on the prairie.
Takk for alt,
Al
Soon the prairie will be green again.
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