It happened the other day. It’s funny how things so simple can remind us of things so meaningful, of those sweets that are tucked inside our hearts and unknowingly treasured.
I went to the co-op. For you non-farmer types, that’s the Farmers Exchange where farm supplies are purchased at the most reasonable prices.
“Where’s Tink?” asked the lovely woman at the register, smiling cheerfully. “He’s the one who normally comes in.”
We exchanged talk on Tink’s whereabouts then I placed the order for several bags of horse feed. Read More»