Last weekend when Everett and I walked to Golden Grain Farm, we were glad we'd carried umbrellas because it started raining before we'd been gone 10 minutes.

This weekend the sky is blue and the temperature is unseasonably warm. Scott is out fencing— no rest for the wicked, as they say. I watched two episodes of Coronation Street when I got up; it reminds me of Mom, who was a fan for many years, and it often makes me laugh.

People keep leaving food at Golden Grain Farm for the cats and dogs. Last weekend we found about six bags of fresh bones in plastic bags in the porch, and here are the two oldsters settled in their dining room like a married couple to gnaw on them.

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