Time to Dig the Taters...

I was on the phone with my agent, telling her about San Francisco and my meeting with Herself.  But then I had to cut the conversation short because it was time to dig the potatoes.
Nothing like farm chores to keep one grounded -- John ran the tractor, busting out the taters, Justin and Claui picked them up, and I sorted -- Big, Medium, Small, and Cut or otherwise damaged and needing to be used soon.
As always, there were a few oddities -- the ducky, the snowman, some unnameable things and, my personal favorite, the goldfish. I haven't had time to go blog visiting -- trying to get  unpacked and organized after my trip but I'll be around to say hi soon.  Just now I'm fading fast after a long day...
Here's a little slide show from Monday -- so nice to be back where I belong -- milking, the growing chickens, and  the latest addition to the mix -- Ruby, the horse who came with our new tenants, Nancy and Suzy.