Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Thursday, March 02, 2017
Things that go Bump in the Night
Woke up to crashing and banging outside and my bed swaying. A lot. This old house is broadside to the wind and sometimes that happens a little. This time, however, Yowsa! Frankly my dear, I was scared! I got myself downstairs in a hurry. On the way I saw that the kayaks had taken wing and flown across the driveway. The boss and I went out and got them and moved Peggy's slide, which was also heading for the high country. Or really he did all that stuff and I hovered around him, wringing my hands like the little red hen. The sky is falling. Or it sure seems like it.