The winds are ushering in fall and I am past ready. Our temperatures have been near 90 degrees for too long. I heard the magic word, snow, on the weather last night and danced a little jig. I love snow. I love fall. I love winter. I don’t love hot.
We managed to sneak in an engine show trip yesterday, on a simply gorgeous day in Nebraska. Our 5HP Galloway made the trip with us and started right up, even though the early morning was chill. The day was fun as we reconnected with our ‘engine buddies’ at the farm of our friends in Ceresco, Nebraska. It’s easy going: strolling along the lane to ooh and aah over everyone’s engines, a little polka music on accordion and tuba before a meat-filled lunch complete with a cake decorated for Big Red Football.
I managed a long walk down the hilly dirt road past trees and fields of corn and soybeans. It’s a great place to walk and pray. I even got in some homework in the quiet dining room as the bustle of clean-up went on next door in the kitchen. Engine folks are a lot like antique tractor folks: kind, friendly, never-met-a-stranger, and willing to help with whatever difficulties arise.
We stayed later than we planned, but it was worth a late night arrival home. Now the engines are tucked away in our home for the winter to come.