Friday

How can a day run past you so quickly, that you don't even notice when evening is starting to set in?
Ed asks -- are you ready to bike over to the disc golf course?
I'm tired! But from what? Sitting at the computer for the better part of the afternoon? (To my credit, I had a lot to accomplish with the help of the Internet.)

Morning was as typical as any farmette August morning: cats, flowers, flowers, kittens.











(Cats that stick together....)






(the forgotten flowers...)


 



And breakfast of course.





Then? Groceries. Because it's Friday. And after? Well, the computer. Forever.

Come on, he coaxes. You need the exercise.
Must we bike? So many hills!
You need the exercise.

We bike.

And it is a splendid evening for it! When you're on a bicycle, you are this close to all the beauty that the planet has to offer...






We are very much in farming country. Tractors, pickup trucks. And our sandhill cranes.





This is the farmstead of the Uphoffs. They raise pigs for your Sunday breakfast plate.

Every time we pass their pig pen (and we pass it very often -- it's the road we take to Disc Golf, to cross country ski in our county park, and to Walmart, our closest general store.), I think about these fat, well fed animals. I'm not a vegetarian (though we rarely eat meat), but still, one has to look those smart animals in the eye every once in a while. And we do.






In the eye!






In the evening, I let Ed take over cat feeding. He is determined to feed all of them in the cages so that we can more easily capture Stop Sign and the littlest ones, should they ever emerge from the garage rafters.

I stir up cauliflower and corn, throw in an egg or two and slice up some heirloom tomatoes. It is a classic August dinner on a classically beautiful August night.