April showers are a distant memory in the parched fall landscape of central Kansas, but a lone Mayflower did appear in the yard of my brother's farmhouse yesterday.
The driver of the Mayflower moving van found his way to the farm without a hitch. While Tim and my dad discussed the best way to shift goods into the house, other farm inhabitants were chomping at the bit for a lick or --
a sniff of the van's delights.
Some wanted to leap into the fray.
Others were content to lounge around while the crew worked.
One even took the opportunity to sneak into the house.