We've been gifted with a few absolutely perfect days in a row.
After weeks and weeks of intense heat and humidity,
we are currently enjoying sunny days in the 70's with nights in the 50's to 60's.
Finally I can spend hours outside doing farm work and not end up feeling like
a rung-out dishrag!
Perfect days followed by perfect evenings are truly a gift this time of year.
I thought you might like to see how we spend our time on these
First a visit with the goats...
Sitting on the ground, watching Sally scratch on a log, I feel a tug on my apron ties.
Lifting my camera over my shoulder I snap a picture
to catch little Gracie in the act.
Fainting goats are typically shy goats.
Even though we spend a good deal of time with ours,
they are slightly wary of us,
and prefer to observe us from afar....
except for the younger ones.
Gracie and Dot are always eager to visit with us.
We usually limit our visits to just one visitor, so Hubbs remained outside
with the dogs and of course the turkeys!
Next stop this evening is the garden.
We'll spend a little time weeding the walkways between the garden boxes,
and watering the plants.
As you can see, we are in the midst of a garden explosion.
There are literally hundreds of tomatoes on the vines.
The pumpkins are almost ripe.
The squash have taken over the walkways.
And the morning glories have finally covered the arch.
Sunflowers surround the playhouse.
And the sunflowers around the perimeter of the garden...
are much taller than me!
Hanging between the sunflowers are canning jar lanterns that I made
with solar lights.
(A quick and easy project...just remove the stake and plop
light into a Mason jar)
After the garden is tucked in for the night,
it's time to tuck in the turkeys and Milford.
Each night we carry Milford to the barn and put him to bed in one of the empty stalls,
where he waits until we return the next morning.
The horses, donkeys and pigs are fed their bedtime meal.
The chickens are closed safe and sound in the henhouses.
The guineas have flown to the top of Samson (our 200+ year old pine tree) to roost.
The moon rises as the farm is gently lulled to sleep by a soft cricket lullaby.
Another day has come to a close.
All is well.