The field across from our farm was plowed and planted that day. Crop rotation is not happening here, and I'll eat my hat if it's something other than corn. It was a good thing the windows were closed that day, or we'd be walking around on sandy floors. I can only imagine how much dust was churned up during the planting with the gusting winds.
Things are starting to get tidier outside. Considering I spent three evenings in a row mowing, they better:
I've still got a lot of work to do towards the barn. We have a row of apple trees here that get damaged by the huge machinery that drives by during planting and harvest-time. They're not in the best of health, and I'm going to try and root some of the branches using a rooter pot system I bought at Lee Valley years ago, and haven't gotten around to using. This year is the year. I'll be sure to let you know how things go with blow-by-blow details.
My buddy Cooper is never far:
He's my partner-in-crime. Nothing happens unless The Foreman is around to supervise. Honestly, I'm not even sure what the flowering shrubs are. I know the one on the right is a cranberry bush viburnum. We've got a few blooming on the property, and the cedar wax-wings love the berries in the winter. Again, on the to-do list is pruning it back, as it's gotten a bit out of control. Popina loves to hide underneath it, as some of the trailing branches have started to root themselves. It must be like a playground for her!
The high winds pushed the beautiful clouds all over the skies. It was hard to keep track of the scenery because, with each passing minute, the high-lighting changed. We had another glorious sunset, and thankfully, the wind was a harbinger of nice weather.