Dad had another meeting last night so it was just Mom, I, and Boomer.  We had a great time.

The sunset was beautiful.

We had to move the water from the upper end, from the hayfield, down to the corn field around the house.

The corn field around the house is well….hot!  We are all ringing wet all the time and it isn’t because we are dipping in a swimming pool, let me tell you.

I sleep under Dad’s pickup truck and under the lilac bush, the two coolest spots in the house.

Boomer has decided he wants to sleep with me under the pickup truck…I told him okay, there was room enough for the both of us.

The other place Boom likes is under the garden bench right after Mom has watered her flowers right there.

The musk thistles are amazing…they are as tall as Mom.  Mom says they are pretty but she sure doesn’t like having them around, especially on the ditch bank.  Makes for moving water well, stickery!

Those things aren’t near as bad as cockleburs I tell her, but sometimes Mom doesn’t understand what I’m trying to say.

It took us a little while to get the water from the upper end to the house, so Boom and I played around lots.  Mom worked with the water, she had a run away for a short spell….the ditch had sanded up and the weeds were a mess…she dug and dug and finally the water headed on down like it was supposed it.

Did I tell you the sunset was amazing? It sure was.

Well, not lots happening here…just watching the corn grow and the pinto beans and hay.  Dad sold the second cutting of hay, every last bale of it.  It wasn’t the best hay as it got rained on, but a couple of small farmers wanted it for their two cows and one wanted it for his three cows and his wife’s rabbits.  Dad gave them a huge deal and they took everything down to last hay leaf.  Dad said this was a win-win for everyone.

Mom is painting the inside of the house since she has everything all weeded up.  We like it better when she is outside with us, but sometimes she works inside.

We go inside sometimes, but that can be hotter than outside…like when she is canning.  WHEW!

Hope good things are in the picture for all of you.

Just hang’n loose,

Fuzzy