Better Get Outta There

It hardly froze last night at all, and by the time I got done having late b'fast with Jim O. It was really sloppy. No rain yet, but the skidsteer wheels go pretty deep between the skids on the big bolt pile. So I loaded up the logs I dragged out yesterday, and I should haul the hosses to Betsy's tomorrow. Just in time to go and get hay at George's. Mud Season has officially begun.