Didn’t really have much to write about this week. It was kind of a lost weekend. Wanda didn’t send any news and my life was nothing to write home about either.
Bruce and Fay did get the hay, such as it was, cut and rolled.
The barn martins left about the 30th but I had several things that week and didn’t mention it.
The humming birds have just about gone, too. Labor Day weekend is over and so is UK’s less-than-stellar football game. The less said about that the better.