All that I was going to say today, but now. . . not so sure.
The flooding has damaged half our tomato plants. I am really hopeful that we can pull them out of this.
The neighbor across the way. . . I want to wash my hands of this whole ordeal. It has gotten ridiculous. They have been coming out daily to care for the sheep. So there, lie number one. A panic phone call from them claiming that they couldn't care for them. Husband was mowing yesterday. And (ready for this, stay with me now) the mother of the son that the grandparents have adopted (the grandparents are the neighbors across the way) is sleeping with a man that wants the sheep. She stopped husband while he was mowing and said someone else will do it.
Why can I not get a phone call? I have spent time and money. I am about done being a good neighbor.
Husband is off to pick up Brian. Then we will be taking the cows out to the farmstead. YES! You indeed read that correctly. A month behind schedule, but we are moving the cows.
And I plan on picking sand plums while out there.