There are a goodly number of pawpaw on the trees this year. They are liking this long cool spell and plumping up well, so I am watching them carefully. It is very hard to tell when a pawpaw is ready.
At last – back in business! After three months of writing on either a tablet or my phone (which was in itself an exercise in patience) at last I have a laptop again. The Matriarch discovered my plight and bought me a new laptop…
I did not get back from Chicago until early in the evening yesterday so by the time I had finished feeding everyone and come back in for Camera House the day’s light had begun to fail.
The humidity is getting into my brain and turning it to mush.
Yesterday was an ordinary day in that people arrived, people left, a few stayed, ducks pushed their boundaries, Molly came home, it rained, plans changed, morphed, reorganized themselves – an ordinary day. But the images I collected for you in the last of the…
I wonder – does good morning mean it IS a good morning or I wish a good morning for you.
IT rained last night so no cutting hay today. I have the fear. I think I am losing my nerve for hay. But every few days there is a chance of rain and if it is over 40% the risk is too high.
Or four and a half inches of rain depending on your preference. My titles seldom make any sense. I write almost every day and never get around to putting thought into my titles.
Calves are often hard to find – but they are never lost.
You would think, and I did as I scaled the side of the stock trailer and pulled myself up onto its roof, that this cloud would bring destructive weather to the farm. It looked so full of doom. But it did not. The long …
Apparently a big, old, white rooster.
The air is hazy with muggy, sticky, humid heat.