Yesterday the temperature was in the forties already when Cliff and I went for our walk. Afterward, he went to do some work at our "dumping ditch" in the pasture. We have our own landfill, I suppose you could say. But Cliff doesn't just dump trash in there and leave it; he likes to keep our hills and hollers looking natural. Besides, the county does checks from an airplane, and anyone with trash showing from the sky can be fined, and ordered to clean up the place. So Cliff does an occasional burn, then uses the tractor and blade to cover any residue. This week a neighbor boy, Tyler, has helped quite a bit.
I brought my two horses up to the barn, figuring to pony Libby again with the saddle on. However, she'd been rolling in the mud: she was too wet to curry-comb, and the temperatures were too cool to hose her off. I decided to forgo the saddle this time, but I ponied her, anyhow. Is this a horse, or a pig?
After Libby's workout, I rode Blue down to the Ghost farm, poking around amongst the decrepit houses and sheds with my camera. Then Cliff and I had a salad and were off on the motorcycle. Good times!
We discovered a lovely confederate memorial park at Higginsville that we've driven past many times but never checked out. Someday when the world greens up we'll go back, and I'll do an entry about it, taking pictures with my new camera.