Blue Skies, nothing but, blue skies…(Ella Fitzgerald)
The rains have gone, soon to be replaced with triple digit heat.
I’m painting on the this side of the house today.
Yesterday and the day before was up here! One thing about it, I could see for miles. Although, I tried NOT to look down.
In the evening Terry, Boomer and I weed the pinto bean field. It’s not toooo huge, only 20 acres. We work at it morning and evening. Once the beans shoot the feelers and the rows grow shut we won’t be able to weed anymore. Weeding is terribly important…if you get too much trash in the pinto beans the elevator docks you for the cleaning of the beans.
We take a break; sipping iced tea outside, in the cool of the shade. Resting a spell and listening the bees hum as they gather pollen.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,