There are days when I have a story to share with you, but more times than not, I have just a collection of moments from a given day. It's the posts with a lot of little things that best represent most of my days here on the farm... days made up of moments. I love sharing those moments with you. It's in these moments that life's magic lives!
Most mornings include a walk of the edge of the woods... both for me and the ducks.
Me - looking for ripe berries for winter jams, the ducks - foraging for the remains of Cicadapalooza. Blueberries are almost finished. Raspberries are over now (it was a great harvest), and blackberries are ripening. With the abundant rains we have gotten, the berries are the plumpest they have ever been!
The fruit trees are packed with fruit as well. I can hardly wait to harvest these pears!
I believe we are in the midst of sunny weather, but it is very hard to tell. A grey haze hangs over the sky each day... smoke that has drifted across the country from the wildfires out West. It is a sad state - these fires - which only seem to get worse year after year. The smoke from these fires only adds to our climate crisis. And yet... there are those who still don't believe that global warming is real. Our children's children will have much to deal with in their lifetimes - sadly a result of our own carelessness.
Sorry for digressing, these passionate opinions of mine result from living so closely with Mother Nature. I only want to do everything in my power to protect this beautiful earth.
Back to the farm....
By mid-morning, I call the horses and donkeys in from the front pasture. They've enjoyed the cool morning hours and now will hang out in front of the barn fans to stay cool and bug-free in the afternoon's heat.
I head to the sheep and pig yard to open up their gate to the front pasture. They will have access to this area for grazing for the rest of the day and evening. They take short trips into the pasture and eat for a while, then hide out in the cooler shade of their own yards for much of the afternoon. Then, again, before dark, they enjoy the expanse of the front pasture.
On her way past me, MaryAnn stops to say "hello"
and enjoy a belly rub.
Then, on she goes into the pasture with her friends.
There was something different about this bird house that has hung for years in a very craggy old apple tree. The birdhouse was a gift from a dear friend... meant to house sweet songbirds.
And most definitely not for this purpose.
I hope he wasn't in there to steal eggs!
The barn swallow babies have grown so quickly.
They are over-flowing their nest. I am guessing it is soon time for them to fledge.
The abundant rain has made the garden a jungle. Lots of harvesting is happening.
I am so happy with how the morning glories have covered this tunnel trellis, but am full aware that I will have morning glories invading my garden forever.
Last... a few garden photos to share the colors of the season: