Yesterday was the ending of summer.

We turned off the irrigation water

and cleaned all the ditches.  Terry created this little device.  It is pushed along by the water, lifting and flinging the mud in the ditch in front of it, leaving the ditch clean behind–you can see the different in the water behind the scraper—the water is clear enough to reflect the weeds.

A tiny bit of magic for the [forever] cement ditches. It preserves your back from shoveling.

We finished in that hour before the rise of darkness.

The farm was slowing down, pausing —sighing deeply as the heat of the day cooled and the summer bees slowed their echoing buzz, as they headed toward their hives

Yesterday was end of the growing season.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda