Mom had a great 95th birthday! She still crochets, works crossword puzzles and writes encouraging letters each week to her great grandchildren while they attend college.
This sheep showed up at our farm today. We don't have a clue where it came from. After feasting on our wheat, it headed north toward the Smoky Hill River.
There are times a farm woman wishes she weighed more, such as when husband says to stand on a tire while he is trying to break it off of the rim. Could have had that second helping last night!