It is hot and muggy. Wet. As I am writing (4.45am) we are in the midst of quite a squall. The gale force winds have softened to just very high winds so I went through the torrential rain to check the animals and the barn is quiet and cosy – the animals opening one eye each to watch my light go past their eye sleepily closing in my wake. Not moving a muscle out of slumber.
I looked out the West barn doors and the cows are standing under the trees with their bums to the North East (the squall winds were blowing from the nor’east yet the storm is coming from the sou’west) lit by the black and white flickering jabbing storm light, chewing their cuds, solid on their feet, enjoying the wash.
Every time I go out to the barn in the middle of a storm it is like stepping into a deep calm – an oasis almost otherworldly in its seperateness. The pictures I am sending you of yesterday are all sun and light. Yet as I write it is a drenched blackness outside with heavy loud rain and thunder and that midwestern strobe light lightening.
But as my builder says “Welcome to July.” And my Chicago weather watcher sent me a message last night with a storm warning so I was ready for it. At least everything is growing in the gardens. There is no drought here.
Today the new doorway will be finished which will link the kitchen with the store-room. It is looking really good and will totally change the pathways of the kitchen. Extending its reach. And there will be plenty of work in the kitchen this week.
More sunflowers are growing because they can – these ones are all self sown from last year, the new crop is not even flowering yet.
It is too hot to be a pig – they spend all day sleeping and come out when things start to cool down which coincidentally coincides with milking time.
I find they eat much better if I feed them later in the evening except Sheila of course who will eat anytime.
Made in USA – whenever we can.
The storm is abating and the roosters have begun to crow so they have not been blown off their perches. All my crew are back from their July 4th holiday but restless in their beds, I hear murmuring – the wind was rocking the walls earlier and with the windows closed against the rain we are heating up. I might check the weather then close my own eyes for another hour we begin at 6.30 am on work days, earlier only on the days when I am working alone.
So the house is filling up again. More people on the way Friday.
I hope you have a lovely day.