Saturday was the first perfect day of the year. The temperatures were perfect. The breeze was perfect. The sun was perfect. And it was a perfect day for a walk. We worked hard all day doing landscaping and I was dead tired. My feet hurt. My back hurt. But Mr Farmer thought we needed to walk out back. I wasn't sure I could make the mile round trip, but agreed to try.
Buddy went with us. See the trees way out there? That's our goal.
This is the farm as we are coming back to it.
Baby took off for a trek up a steep hill. We did not follow. We are not young.
The corn has been planted. See the barely visible rows?
Here is a close-up of the corn just popping up.
I made it all the way out and back! And I didn't die or even require mouth to mouth, though Mr Farmer offered several times. It was a perfect walk!