Meanwhile, in the lower 40...

I was up early and often with the rake and trusty wheel barrow. The light was so beautiful this particular morning. Hard labor but enjoyable.

Now, a word about hay. Don't use it unless you know the parents and its family background. I'm not kidding. This particular batch of hay (and the hay my next door neighbor used about this time for his own project) was teeming with weed seeds. Crabgrass varieties to be more exact. Not a good thing. Just seed at the right time of year before a rain and let nature take its course.