Many Hands

"Many hands make light work."

Our daughters, the College Grad and the Grad Student, arrived home this afternoon, the day before Thanksgiving, along with their boyfriends. Just prior to their arrival, we had 5 round bales of prairie hay delivered.

Our tasks of the day included pulling up t-posts, replacing t-posts, moving an electric fence, loading up cedar branches and actual trees, hauling them across the pasture to the brush pile. (Which, I told that Spouse o' Mine, we cannot burn till late next spring, because some little critters have already made their winter home in the brush, and that would be cruel.)

Years of mucking stalls have incorporated a work ethic...

Pause for a chat between sisters who have been apart for six months...

Wow. It must have been gossip...

The canine observer...

That Spouse o' Mine and I are doing our share...

But wait! The wind picked up, and the temps went down!!!

Finished brush pile, and some colder extremities: forecast of 14º, after a 56º afternoon...

And tasks are all said and done. Bring on the frigid Thanksgiving Day.
We'll all go cycling...