Sunday by the Creek

I spent some time this morning beside the creek that flows so gently through beside this farm.

As always, undiminished after nearly eighteen years, this flow captivates and restores me.

The Newest Neighbors

Beautiful babies, beautiful mothers, beautiful little farm, all very well cared-for.
Such good neighbors.

Cool

A good cool Saturday, fifteen  degrees or morebelow normal -- the temperature sign in town said 50 at noon. Cloudy but dry.

Garden day!

Ready For The Cicadas To Sing

It shouldn't be long now, and I'm ready, both because I love their song and all that it conveys. . .

And because they'll be singing loud enough to drown out the sound of the grass growing -- which I am convinced is louder than the sound of the mower that can't keep up with how fast the grass grows.