Since I've lost my marbles...

It's been 8 long weeks with my splinted mallet finger.  Dr. Selkow assigned me myriad rehab activities including picking up marbles with the afflicted digit, except I've lost my marbles...and had to resort to lifting Dan's rocks instead.

Dan (and his father) thought it would be fun to adorn the front yard with the 70 year old manure spreader for his mother's enjoyment. Tom recalls scooping up and spreading chicken and cow manure with this implement.

In case you needed to view it from a different angle. The euphemism for manure spreader is honey wagon. Lookit, when you pass a field that has had manure applied, there ain't no way in hell it smells like honey.

Brother-in-law James was on the Class of '63 float for Chatworth's Heritage Days.

Oh the things you'll see on a bike ride through Livingston County. Here is Dan relaxing by the pond after a hard day of work with his dad on the farm.

Tom is taking his lunch back to the tractor where he is planting the organic 80 (acres) of soybeans.

I asked Tom why his rows are especially straight this year.  He explained that many farmers use GPS to plant their crops, hence the straight, straight rows.  Tom doesn't have GPS so he just eye-balls his rows up with the farmer across the road and...well, it's really worked from my opinion!

Here is Tom spraying his conventional field with some sort of chemical. 

On a bike ramble through southern Livingston County you never know what you will see (piggy mail box).

Pile of chicken shit to be spread as HONEY over this farmer's field. 

An old barn.

We all have our collections to adorn the roadside.

This little horsey got left out. 

John and Megan got married last weekend.

A fine time was had by all at the celebration. All that we ate for dinner was danced off later that evening!