Yesterday we picked up 100 bales of straw from a field down the road. I road on the tractor to the field, but got to ride the wagon back. I realized I'm far more cautious as an adult than I was as a kid - I kept an eye on the impatient Sunday drivers who tended to fly past us alarmingly. What happened to plodding Sunday drivers? And we were moving with a tractor - Mr. Martin's wagon was pulled by a horse.
Then 2 hours of unloading the bales and getting them up and stacked in the loft. Hot, sweaty, prickly work but so satisfying that we're set for winter.