They say people don't come together as a community anymore. Well, they haven't been to our road. While coming back home from a 4th of July vacation, our neighbors swung through Tennessee, picked up a UHaul and 220 bales of the best testing timothy hay.
Heather's girls supervising Mr. Jones bringing pallets of hay for Kyle to stack by hand in the cargo box.
They drove through some intense storms the last 2 hours of a 9 hour drive from Northern Tennessee. I finally heard the deep throttle of a souped up diesel and the low growl of a unhappy Uhaul shortly before midnight. My little adopted family was coming around the sharp bend a mile up the road on the hardtop. I lit up my front porch and did jumping jacks in the rain to herald them home!
In the morning, Heather drove the Uhaul over and we began unloading its precious cargo.
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Luke unloaded the van, Heather and Vannah ferried the bales to hay elevator. Yours truly, with one good hand and the index finger of the hand with the pin protruding from her pinkie, stacked in the loft.
We managed to finish before the humidity had the temperature feeling like 95'F. Nevertheless all absolutely drenched in sweat.
Luke fell asleep on the couch on his lunchbreak.
Recharging his batteries before a busy afternoon.
If I haven't mentioned it before: Farm Team rules!
