I am a bit slow this morning, too much going on over the weekend. Father’s Day dawned bright and clear. I was married on Father’s Day in 1949. We would have been married 67 years on Sunday.
The weather has been great for the farmers. After a week of putting in hay, Wanda and Ray were happy to get that job done. They worked all week cutting, rolling and hauling hay rolls to the barn. Now the fields are bare and ready for the rain to come and grow the late hay. A farmer’s job is never done.