A long week, a longer day. I've got a busy weekend planned; digging the rest of the garlic and digging and canning the beets.
We had hamburgers and fruit salad at the farm. I'm still working on trying to convince my parents that the barn is worth saving. A farm without a barn is a sad, barren, naked place. As bad, or worse than a farm with no life. Now is the time to act, before the cost of steel rises again.