The wild flowers have begun to get all blowsy and over blown – going to seed – with traces of last nights makeup and tired feet from dancing. 
My plan was to fence it off and put the cows in there but I am not sure I could bear it. 
It is still too beautiful – even hung over and a little cross looking. 
Though there is a lot of feed in these sunflowers. 
I weaned the calf yesterday and even though he has not been with his mother in the daytime or the night-time for weeks now. (Just at milking time) Still he has been crying most of the night. And she, answering every now and then, Lady’s voice is so big it always sounds like she is stood right outside the bedroom window.
Today I load the calf and his herd up into the Black Mariah (that is looking a little worse for wear) and I will cart them all back to the other side where the good, late summer grass awaits. They get to loiter under the big trees over there for a while now. It will take two trips. I will let them eat down the good stuff over there then I will see how much hay I have and sell at least three.
The Farmy has a few friends who are right in the path of the hurricane coming into Texas. Good luck to you all over there. Safe journeys as far away as you can get.
It will be a lovely day here today. Friday Tidy Day.
Love celi
Weather: Another lovely pizza Friday.
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Love love love your wild flower garden. Beautiful photos ❤️
Arwen!! Hullo out there! c
Over 12 hours since you posted the Texas storm situation has grown even grimmer . . . there is no knowing or stopping nature’s violence and my prayers for the next hours and days will centre on the poor people in the area . . . . so many will not even be insured, so many may lose all . . .
Yes – poor people – or generators – or food and water enough for a week. grim indeed
City guy here delighted to learn that flowers are party girls, and have hangovers too. Gives me a whole new approach to gardens, which I always associated with my mother. You know, the boyhood ideal mom, who tucked us in at night and of course never stayed up late carousing.
Now that I know better I might even cast a few wildflower seeds myself (No, not that way); at the very least I have new energy for helping the resident gardener as she fosters beauty in the smallest of green spaces in our grim world of brick and concrete.
No I’m with you .. I couldn’t put the cows in there just yet, still way too pretty 🙂
Looks beautiful…all those lovely middle aged flowers!
I just love the way you described your beautiful wild flower gardens! My friendship flower bed is doing so well, the lavender is still a draw for the big fat mud dobbers (bumblebees) and now the black-eyed Susan’s are in full bloom taking a bit of the glory, the Rose of Sharon is also still in bloom. Things should get a spurt of energy now that the evenings are so cool.
I too, hope that the people of Texas fare well in the terrible storm, I hope it passes them entirely.