Uncle Joe and Aunt Rosemary visited for the night. How wonderful to have them embrace the farm with open arms. Dinner plans were quickly abandoned for bliss on the front porch. Sun. Music. Drink. And thawed burger. To top things off, our friend Glen stopped by for some drinks and food. Bed time called and the Red Sox game escorted us to bed. Joe and Rosemary awoke and came to milking. The appreciation of horses carried over enough to enjoy the cows. They were treated to a feeding fest on a new salt block. 
Sunday wouldn't be complete with out going out to breakfast. Dixie's II in Chelsea kicked their cooking up a notch. Our sleep bank is all filled up and ready for the week. Thanks Joe and Rosemary.
