Last of the hay was cut this weekend. It’s been so dry here, there is hardly any to bale.
Uncle Louis having ‘words’ with the baler.
He advocates we rename the farm “Ride a While, Fix a While.”
Fortunately for us all, he knows how to fix it all.
Square bales in the barn.
Round Bales in the Pasture
Ella and her Daddy
Robin, Heath and Ella
Chilly Foggy Mornings
Gray Horse in the back pasture.
It’s worth getting up early for some things.
Flowers are almost gone.
But here to take their place…