A Friday Night Change of Plans

It has been a really long week.  Even though it was a four day work week, it felt more like an eight day week.  I couldn't wait until Friday at 5:00.  

As usual, there is more work to do than time to do it, and this weekend is no different.  I still don't have my garden planted and most of the ground hasn't even been worked.  I had planned to come home last night and at least get a head start so that I could get a few of my wilting tomato plants in the ground before the rain returns.  

Well....I should just quit making plans.

Daniel called me at work Friday and said "do you want the good news or the bad news?"  That is never what I want to hear.  

"Papa called." 

"You know that shady corner at the bottom of the pasture where the cows always lay?  Well, a huge tree fell.  The good news is that the cows are still alive." 

Papa had been out running errands and when he got home he saw that a tree had fallen at the bottom of the pasture.  He immediately called Daniel because he didn't see any cows.  Fortunately, as they were on the phone, the cows made their way up the pasture.  I think Papa's heart started beating again.  

I stopped and picked up a pizza on the way home from work.  We changed into our work clothes and then headed to Papa's.  After pizza we made our way to the bottom of the field.  

The base of the tree was rotten.

Grandma and Papa came down to supervise.

Daniel cut...

The boys and I made a pile of branches...

And Papa supervised.

Before long, the cows came down to supervise the clean up.

And have a snack.

An hour-and-a-half later, we had a pile of branches....

And a job for another day.