I’m happy to say my morning sickness seems to be wearing off. It’s evening sickness, actually, but no matter. I’m sure the last three days of feeling almost normal are due to somebody’s prayers, and I thank you for that. Really. I do. Mine are all going to a friend, and I haven’t wanted to dilute them any by praying for anything trifling or selfish, so I appreciate that you have spared prayers for me. And pray for my friend, too, please?
We’ve had a good rainy spring/early summer here, and the fellow we buy alfalfa hay from was convinced to part with some round bales of grass hay, too, since we’re having such a productive year. We picked those up today, so I only need a couple hundred square bales, and we’re good to go for the winter. But, goodness, it’s hot today. And so humid.
Last night, I was lamenting the discomforts of milking hot cows in a hot barn in this hot weather. I looked forward to the icy cold winter to come. At which time I will complain mightily about the cold and look forward to the heat of summer. Brenna says I just have to embrace the season I’m in, sufferings and blessings alike. She’s probably right, but it’s still really hot out. And so humid.
Photos are, sadly, of the lovely heifers I have to sell, because, as Davey said, “I didn’t buy you a big enough farm, did I.” Actually, it’s big enough. It’s just that these sweet, pretty girls are so darned hard to part with.