I finished cleaning and prepping my gardens by the the corrals, which led me to figure out I had better get the corrals back into order, fences and gates in repair, take down the metal fences and store them until next year (for when the cows come). Clean out the loafing shed and move some things around.
A little squirrel chattered at me, from one of the corral posts; the call of a Robin sitting high in the Willow tree made a sweet song as I worked.
Terry finished plowing one field and started rolling it. The soil is just right for plowing, but drying fast.
so the rolling had to occur as soon as he could hook up the roller or the earth would turn into clods.
In the fresh extra edge, of cool air and rising sunshine Saturday morning we finished the last load of the wood. A slight breeze moved restlessly caressing our work heated skin.
It was a lovely feeling.
Friday and Saturday we kept a steady pace.
Then as the day came to a close, cool mist of the evening rose up to wrap the world in drifting peace…the Red Winged Blackbirds came to feast; filling up their tummies for the long night of rest.
Their songs high and sweet— and full of joy!
From my world to your heart,