Now that we have no pickup, we must figure out different ways of transporting stuff. We can borrow a pickup from our grandson or our son-in-law if we must, but Cliff was pretty sure the old gray trailer would be adequate today. We bought that thing from my parents, some thirty-eight years ago.
We can go a few miles in almost any direction and find a Subway, but this one is our favorite, and was in the same town as the farm store. The staff is fast, efficient and friendly. One perky little gal remembered today that we were the ones whose cold-cut combo sandwich got overloaded with mustard last week. She and her helper made sure I got to see their new "Hooray for Tuesday" T-shirts, front and back. Do you think she wanted me to take a picture?
We've done very well to get by over halfway through November without haying the horses; there's still quite a bit of grass out on the point, but it doesn't have as many nutrients as we'd like, this time of year. We'd put off spending the $250 for a bale ring as long as possible, but the time had come.