This morning I was down in the barn trying to get my life together and knock out chores, and I’ll be honest—my coffee was too good and that recliner about got the best of me. But we got in there with the milk cow, and I talked a little about what it really takes to make a good one. It don’t happen overnight. I’ve put a lot of hours, hard work, and yes—some tears—into this cow. She’s come a long ways from the days it took me and Andy both to hog tie her just to keep from getting tore up, and now she’s standing better, holding her weight, and acting like a good girl. Before we could get too far, we found a tree down on the fence from that crazy wind. Andy headed out and handled it quick, and he also showed a battery-powered DeWalt chainsaw he’s been impressed with for small jobs—still not what he’d cut a year’s firewood with, but mighty handy when you just need a few cuts. We also talked weather and the orchard—buds and blooms popping out right before a hard freeze, and what we might try (like hanging water jugs) even if we’re not sure it’ll save anything. And then we finally settled the important stuff: the Great Nabs Debate. I’m team square orange nabs all day long, and I’ll die on that hill. Round nabs might get some folks by, but if you tell somebody to bring me nabs, they better come out orange and square.