End of Summer

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.

Baler fixed.

Square bales in the barn.

Round Bales in the Pasture

Ella and her Daddy

Robin, Heath and Ella
(and Trooper)

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…


wild persimmons….

and muscadines.

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