He told me where that size bolt would be, so I—thinking it would be a short sidetrack–got in the pickup and drove less than three miles to my husband’s farm shop. I scampered over to the bolt bin and saw two different-colored shelves of drawers. So many questions hovering over the simple job of grabbing a bolt and nut. My husband called just as I was approaching the combine, unaware that I had returned to the field. (Karen Schwaller writes from her grain and livestock farm near Milford, Iowa.