It is a Given

That if drought-breaking rain shall fall, it shall be on the Fonda Fair

Usually on tractor pull night.

The boss went over to enjoy said event last night, but I hear tell they got rained out....not for the first time, and probably not for the last. Last week in August, first week of September are notorious for chancy weather around here.

Sorry guys, I could not believe it when, shortly after I came indoors from a lovely walk under gorgeous skies, I looked out and it was pouring

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday?  You cannot be serious.

He must have found something else to entertain him though, as I don't even know what time he got home. We introverts, Becky and I, stayed home and read books and reveled in the silence.

Anyhow, I wish that it had been otherwise for those who love the sport. (I actually really like seeing the big rigs go, all that thunderous power and smoke and glory. However, I also love peaceful, quiet and calm, and guess which is easier to come by....LOL...just call me lazy.)

Of course, it is lovely outside now, although still dripping. Pastel skies are turning bright and the Carolina Wrens are going nuts, singing and whirring their warning rattles.

 Perhaps I should go join them. Have a great day.

Here is a pony, hope it helps you feel better.

X Spurts

The vultures are already gathering......

I just hung up on a potential hay customer. 

Rudely. 

Color me not much of a businesswoman. After several minutes of lectures about how we have to deliver, how we can't say first come first served for hay....we do not hold it for anyone....came warnings about Johne's from spreading manure because of the state, meat not being safe to eat, and on and on, I lost it at Roundup in milk.

No.

Just no.

We don't have to do anything we don't want to do other than pay taxes and die. We don't have to deliver. We don't have to hold hay for complete strangers, just because they say so, when we have good customers who are nice people who come regularly. 

And there is no Roundup in milk. I intend to continue drinking a goodly quantity of said milk every single day until I fulfill one of those requirements above, and I don't mean the taxes....although that is why we sell hay in the first place...to pay taxes.

Somebody else wants the rest of the hay anyhow, and will soon be here to pick it up. 

Color me glad. Then I can go back to only answering the phone when I recognize the number, thus only talking to friends, family, and the library.