Summer’s Sunday

I’ve been seeing a meme on both Facebook and Pinerest lately about how August is summer’s Sunday, and I quite like it.  It’s appropriate this year, given the changes I’m already seeing.

Though, to be fair, it isn’t always like this.  This summer (and last, too) was pretty mild.  In Augusts past we’ve had brutal days and nights where it’s still 90 degrees at 10:00 at night. Now may days are bracketed by farm chores completed in downright comfortable temperatures.  Three years ago I had to be out by 8 am to beat the awful oppressiveness of it. Evenings I would just sweat through it.

But these last few……..

It’s been perfect.  My friend Lisa and I agree that we can put up with frigid “polar vortex” type winters if it means we can have these summers.

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The stream is totally overgrown, but it’s a lot of wildflowers and color.  It’s so difficult to properly photograph.

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See that wild morning glory in there? It’s that time!

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Alabama, in our pasture wasteland.  The grass (not that we had much to begin with) is all gone for the year.

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Happy Sabine.

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Roquefort is so “majephtic”.

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Sweet Keswick

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Yeardley

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Basil, who has never lost his cuddliness.

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Chicken watering hole.

Our curriculum for the school year is submitted, plans for share dyeing are in the works, Emily the shearer has been contacted about shearing the Angora goats. Our first tentative steps toward fall have been taken.

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