Riding

Julie had came home with Linda Friday morning, so Pauline and Brent arrived early Saturday morning anxious to see Julie. They played with her inside while we had a light rain shower. When Julie laid down for a morning nap, Pauline and Linda began working on the tractor quilt blocks and Brent and I went to the garage to adjust the clutch in the 1956 Chevy. It took about 20 minutes and we were ready for a test ride. I drove to town and the clutch was working correctly, so Brent drove back to the farm, then back to town and we changed drivers again. When I began driving again, I did a short burn out and then said, the clutch was working the way it should, then continued back to the farm. Julie was up and the girls wanted to go to a shop in Albany for some quilting supplies, so we took the truck since it was the only vehicle that would carry all six of us. First we ate lunch at a Mexican place and the food was great. Then we stopped at a place that sells all sorts of stuff, from windows and doors, shoes, pedal cars, planting material, hardware, to nuts and bolts. After scrounging around in there for about a half hour, we stopped at the store for the quilting supplies. Linda and Pauline could have stayed in there for hours, but Brent and I were having trouble keeping Julie happy. After about 45 minutes the girls checked out and we headed back to the farm. The sky had cleared and it was a nice day outside, so we did some things outside. Brent and I cut a tree that was falling into the edge of the hay field. It was small and only took us about 15 minutes to pile the limbs on the black trailer and pull them to the edge of the creek. As we returned the trailer and chainsaws to the barn we noticed an old cat laying beside a group of birdhouses and bird feeders Linda and I had made. It looked like he was waiting on supper to come flying home.

Linda had bought a homemade wagon to use to pull Julie, so they loaded her and a Care Bear in the seat, strapped her down and pulled her up and down the walkway.
   
Pauline and Brent took a ride in the TR3 into town and picked them up a malt at the local ice cream shack.

Then returned to the farm and we added a quart of oil to the motor and we took a lap around Little Renoux Creek to make sure the oil pressure was OK. I also noticed that there were a few hummingbirds feeding at Linda's new bird feeder.

So, the hummingbirds are back and so are the purple martins. I guess, summer is here, oh, and it was in the 80s this week.