Mud Pit

Our farm yard is an absolute mud pit. Well until this afternoon that is. We just had 14 loads of gravel dumped and spread in our yard to try to build up enough of a foundation that we can actually move heavy equipment around with out sinking out of sight. Jeff has been struggling with feeding cows as the tractor is digging a ditch with the axle every time he goes to the field. It's a miracle that he hasn't caught the water or power lines yet.

It was bad enough in or house yard too. My poor car would drag and bottom out in some of the spots. We'll see how it goes when I get home as they supposedly fixed it while they were at it.

I'm starting to look forward to my maternity leave. I'm a little unsure of a whole year, but I think I just need a vacation from heavy thought. I've been so busy with loans, mortgages, line of credit reviews and a new twist to my job, helping with creating projections and budgets to support a loan application. I find when I get home I'm positively wasted.

Last weekend I had a mini burst of energy. Maybe it was nesting. And I cleaned our deck. Now, I don't just mean I swept off dead leaves (I did do that too). I wiped, took apart, washed, scrubbed and re-organized pots to be ready for flowers when the weather is right. I just wish that I could get my nesting instinct to force me to do our income taxes and CAIS come Hell or high-water!! Maybe this weekend...