We wake up to a warm day. A very warm day. Actually, it's going to be hot.
Breakfast? I ask. I'm always excited about breakfast.
No, not yet. Work first.
He's right. We want to put in at least an hour clearing the raspberry patch. Not just weeds -- weed trees have taken over any bare spaces. It really is one huge mess. If we do a little at a time, we won't be overwhelmed. This morning, we want to put in a little of that time.
Never try to pull roots out of a soil that hasn't seen rain for a long time. An hour later and we're beat.
Here's our cleared space -- not much, right? A little at a time.
Finally, breakfast.
And, for me, work. On the warm porch, watching the world turn from a bright green of mid summer to a duller green. A green portending autumn.
Lunch, too, is on the porch. Ed's apple jam over peanut butter.
So... why polkadot sky in the title line? What prompted that?
I can't help you there. Maybe something in the next set of images They're random -- as they tend to be on these work filled days. Here's one from mid-afternoon -- Ed, picking up Isis, who is pestering as always to be elsewhere...
And then, one from the evening motorbike ride to play a game of tennis. On the return, we pass the slowly disappearing Farmer Lee's fields of flowers...
And finally, later still, I head out to celebrate a friend's (50th) birthday.
Maybe the title comes from that last image -- soy fields under a colorful setting sun... A sky that fills with stars on the trip back.
Breakfast? I ask. I'm always excited about breakfast.
No, not yet. Work first.
He's right. We want to put in at least an hour clearing the raspberry patch. Not just weeds -- weed trees have taken over any bare spaces. It really is one huge mess. If we do a little at a time, we won't be overwhelmed. This morning, we want to put in a little of that time.
Never try to pull roots out of a soil that hasn't seen rain for a long time. An hour later and we're beat.
Here's our cleared space -- not much, right? A little at a time.
Finally, breakfast.
And, for me, work. On the warm porch, watching the world turn from a bright green of mid summer to a duller green. A green portending autumn.
Lunch, too, is on the porch. Ed's apple jam over peanut butter.
So... why polkadot sky in the title line? What prompted that?
I can't help you there. Maybe something in the next set of images They're random -- as they tend to be on these work filled days. Here's one from mid-afternoon -- Ed, picking up Isis, who is pestering as always to be elsewhere...
And then, one from the evening motorbike ride to play a game of tennis. On the return, we pass the slowly disappearing Farmer Lee's fields of flowers...
And finally, later still, I head out to celebrate a friend's (50th) birthday.
Maybe the title comes from that last image -- soy fields under a colorful setting sun... A sky that fills with stars on the trip back.
That whole thing with Farmer Lee and the man who kicked her off his property is just gnawing at me still. I feel so bad for her. She works so hard... it's not fair. Do you know what she will do now? Where she will go? I wish Farmer Lee had a blog...
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