It's been awhile since I had to travel five miles each morning to feed. We had moved to a new place up the road and the critters were still at the "home place" which meant I had make a twice-a-day (at least) run. On the cold winter mornings, sort of like today, I'd pop a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster, pour a cup of black coffee, wait til the toast popped up and smear some peanut butter on both sides. Hot coffee and warm peanut butter sandwich in hand, it was out the door and into the truck.
Funny how tastes and smells work on you.
I took that trip this morning...in my mind. I do every time it's cold and I have that "memory menu" for breakfast. We're no longer feeding cows and horses...more like birds and dogs. But, I sure do like taking that trip...even for just a bit.
Thanks for coming by...and Happy New Year from all of us down Highway 6.
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