I came home from work today and put on my jeans and headed outside to help put up hay. After stacking on the wagons in the field it had to taken to the barn and stacked up in the loft. It's good honest work and although it doesn't take a lot of thinking it's physical and tiring which is good.

Hay is up, horses are fed and the day's work is done. S26 takes his wife and I for a ride on the tractor up the hill to check on grass growth in upper fields. The view from up there looking down at the farm is breathtaking and I am reminded how proud H was at one time of this place that we had worked so hard for.

Coming down the hill I looked to the east and there was a huge orange moon, so gorgeous and I'm reminded that I no longer have a special someone to share it with and I feel very alone. frown How do things get so screwed up?