The old tractor forks caught my eye. I guess you might call them pallet forks. They fit on the front of a tractor and, on a farm, are used to pick up and move all sorts of things. Sometimes they even lift a pallet.
Not far away sits the old roller.
The weather is on the change. Cool this morning, warm this afternoon. What will next week bring? I'll be heading south to Taranaki and expect it will be a fair bit cooler so methinks the time has come to rat out a few winter clothes.
Having written that sentence I'm reminded of visiting the doctor yesterday. While he was speaking to me he said, "The time has come ..." (You don't need to know the rest.) I interrupted with a laugh, "said the Walrus, to talk of many things." Then blathered on about Alice in Wonderland. Eventually his puzzled expression told me to shut up and listen. Sometimes it's only later that I realize why I've done something. I think in that case I really didn't want to hear what he had to say. But that's another story and, lucky for you, not one I intend to share.