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| The old kettle |
This old kettle fires my imagination, much like what happens when I pick up an old book. How many hands have gripped that handle? How many gallons of water have been turned into tea or coffee? For a household item more than a century old, it has borne witness to a lot of stories. It’s a nice old kettle.
Yup, those pesky cicadas are back and they are leaving their dried up husks everywhere. Ick!
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| Color Rules |
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| Cultivating the Sorgum |
Saturday morning was hot and humid. However, the temperatures did not prevent the farmers from getting out and cultivating the fields. It was good practice for Rose, the newest draft horse. She's in training to join the other working stock in running the farm. Good luck Rose.
I snapped this picture just as we found out about the deaths at the Dayton air show this past weekend. Now, when I see this image, I think about those poor people and their families. I also think about the families in the audience. I hope the kids that were witness to the tragic event are ok.
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| Planting Vegetables |
On what proved to be an incredibly hot and sticky day, Chris plants vegetables in the garden at the farm. Tomatoes, cabbage, lettuce, and more. All went in the ground in spite of the uncomfortable humidity. What did I do? I watched and recorded Chris' work of course. It's good to be the photographer.
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| Mystery flower |
This flower is in the vegetable garden at the farm. I have no clue what it is. I am hoping that one of my fine readers can identify the mystery plant for me. Is it an herb a vegetable or just a pretty flower with no purpose other than to look good?
If you can identify this flower, please share it’s name in the comments.
Thank you, and have a great Tuesday.
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| Kit |
Kit or Kate. I am not quite sure which is which. One is darker than the other and I can never quite remember if Kit is the darker or the lighter of the siblings.
What I do know is that they are both well behaved mules. Fine mules. Big mules. Much bigger than old Jack, the ancient mule that passed away last year.
Whether Kit or Kate, we had a nice long conversation. I babbled on while she just looked at me, occasionally blinking. She didn't seem to mind having the company. I enjoyed my end of the talk. Animals are calming, especially Kit or Kate. Who ever you are.
Beyond this open door, the world beckons. "Come out", it says. Commands. Pleads. Still, I am hesitant to obey. There is comfort in this home. This inner world is safe and comfortable.
Or maybe, I just forgot to shut the door and the breeze is flowing in.
tim mcmurdo 