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Everyone had a good time on the hayride. Howard got to go along and from what I was told afterwards he was a very good boy and seemed to enjoy himself. Mrs. Augie and I got most of the mess picked up yesterday. I placed a few of the straw bales around Howard's beach cabana and put the rest away in the barn to stay dry until I need them.

My buddy Nick came by after lunchtime yesterday. We spent about three hours in the woods with chainsaw and loppers cleaning up sprouts/grapevine/bush honeysuckle/wild rose/etc. downrange from the hunting condos. With the shooting lanes cleared all that's left to do to be ready for deer blasting season is to pull out the blunderbusses and make sure they're hitting where they're aimed. Season opens on Saturday. Our freezers are full so anything that Mrs. Augie bags will be donated to someone who needs it. Nick has freezer space so he'll hunt from my spot.

I parked Nanner out in the pasture Saturday afternoon so he wouldn't be in the way of turning around the hayride. Naturally the weather snapped off cold so he wouldn't start yesterday. I'll have to drag the portable generator out there later so I can power up the engine heater and battery charger to get him going and back to the house.

I turned on the power to the horse drinker fountain yesterday after we finished lopping brush. I was pleasantly surprised to find the GFCI breaker hold when the power was applied. It's pretty much normal for something to be wrong so I'm gonna call it a win.

I'm not sure how cold it got here last night but I expect I'll find the tomato and pepper plants folded up when I go out to check them. I'm not really ready to be out of fresh tomatoes, but I'm grateful that they've lasted this long into the season.

“I’m not really ready to be out of fresh tomatoes, but I’m grateful that they’ve lasted this long into the season.”

My outside tomatoes are dead and gone, but I have ONE ‘Cherokee Purple’ still ripening on the counter in the kitchen. I had the last two paste-types in my salad with supper last night. They tasted wonderful! Kinda saving the Cherokee for one last BLT before we hang it up for the year.

So glad Howard was a Good Boy on the Hay Ride! He’s living his Best Life Ever. EVER! Thanks to you & Mrs. Augie. :)

The hay ride. That is the sort of thing children remember! (Positively provided mother provided them with warm enough jackets!)

What I remember about my father is that after a long day doing carpentry, going out in the cold with a drop cord light and working on his truck and the car in the dark. Mechanical repairs were a constant thing back in the 50s and 60s.

I am done with tomatoes and peppers for the season. I want other things, beef stew and warm bread and butter, roasts and things.

Enjoy your hunt!