Snapshot of life on the Lewis homestead:
Younger Daughter has gotten very adept at French braiding, so frequently I'll ask her to do my hair.
Yesterday we were heading into town, so I asked if she could braid my hair. I sat down in a chair and she took up the brush. "First let me get the hay out," she said, picking at various strands.
This is pretty normal. Sometimes it seems I wear half the contents of the barn after feeding the beasties in the morning. I guess this makes me a hayseed.
End of snapshot.