Yes, it is. Just had time fer coffee yesterday, when the hay wagon showed up; 250 bales later, a wee bowl a instant oatmeal and young Brandon Johnson, my camera friend from the book, pulled up to the gate. Two years since we had a chance ta visit.
And, visit we did; dark 'fore he pulled out and 'tween conversations and pictures, we'd hiked most up to the north end, try to find the horses, and back. Well, I was so tuckered, time he left, I made it far as the fridge, found 1/2 a can a beans, a piece a cheese and an oatmeal cookie, called it good enough!
So, this is why it's afternoon and I'm just gettin' round to "good mornin'".
Have a great day!