Another lovely day on the Highveld.
Not quite blue skies, but not as hot as it was, with occasional drops of rain – had to pick leaves this morning, for the silkworms, was a sobering experience, what with all the raindrops and dew drops and bird drops… 😉
I packed both breakfast and lunch today – made my own, I’m proud to say! Up early most mornings, have a leisurely coffee and a start of day smoke – one of life’s little pleasures that. An unhurried morning.
Until, of course, you hit the highway. Then everything is in a hurry while going nowhere fast!!
Life’s been kind of even these past few days – nothing much happening, other than sharing the road with people that should not even be allowed to drive wheelbarrows, let alone internal combustion, self propelling, motor cars!!
Maybe the weekend might bring some exitement, probably not so much. Even just to be at home with a few less worries is still good enough though 😉
Hope the day treats you well.
A southern farmer got in his pickup and drove several miles to a neighboring farm
and knocked on the farmhouse door. A young boy, about 12, opened the door. “Is yer
pa home?” he asked.
“No sir, he sure ain’t,” the boy replied. “He went to town.”
“Well,” said the farmer. “Is yer ma home?”
“No, she ain’t here either. She went to town with pa.” “Well, then, how about yer brother, Joe, is he here?” “No sir, he
went with pa and ma.”
The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one
foot to the other, and mumbling to himself.
“Is there anything I kin do fer ya’?” inquired the young boy politely. “I know where
all the tools are, if you want to borry one; Or maybe I could take a message fer
Well,” said the farmer uncomfortably, “I really wanted to talk to yer pa. It’s about
your brother Joe getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant.”
The boy considered for a moment. “You would have to talk to pa about that,” he finally
conceded. “I know that pa charges $500 for the bull and $250 for the boar hog, but
I really don’t know how much he gets for Joe.”