Never plan your day when you run a farm. You'd think I'd have learned that by now. Those who know me will laugh when I say that I've learned to be as flexible as possible. My dishes aren't done from this morning, no laundry is spinning, and my ribs still aren't marinated. I may end up pressure cooking them. But just when you think your day is set, one phone call sets off a chain reaction that changes everything.

A gentleman just called to inquire about our horse boarding services and before you know it, he's set to be out this evening to discuss bringing his three horses out. Add that to the three I'm picking up tomorrow and we've gone from one to seven within 24 hrs. Ed's only concern was hay and whether or not we'd have a supplier because our last bale will be eaten quickly with that many horses. I located some in McPherson but I'm unable to use the truck this afternoon to start making trips and getting three or four. This man took pity on me and agreed to have his helpers deliver three bales to me this afternoon for a reasonable fee. Even if the three boarders don't take up residence, we'll certainly use the hay for our own and would be set until summer's end so it's worth it.

Thankfully the man will take a check because I have no tires on the van to run in and get cash. Good gravy things can happen fast!