Sunday At The Farm

The highest point on the farm holds a beauty for me that I see no where else.  Today the skies showed blue with a dressing of gray but the rain did not come.  We surveyed the hay which cannot be cut because the equipment has died, thus is the life of a farmer.  We shall fence it and let the cattle enjoy it while the winter pasture grows.

There is beauty everywhere if you take the time to look.  Queen Anne's Lace is lovely in bloom but a pest when seeding.

This tiny wild flower has stickers along its stems.

The stocked ponds feed us.

Maria and Luke came to catch their supper.

Tonight they are having fresh Bass and Crappie.

Lil enjoys the outing

with her ever present stick.

The youngest grandson got his first barefoot mud sample.

Can you guess who caused this?

Then we went to the creek and washed our feet.

Today was a good day At The Farm.

Marcy's Fishing Morning

Marcy is always saying she wants to fish. Bev and I said go, but Marcy said there was too much work to do. Bev said if you wait until the work is done, you will never go.

So Marcy went fishing and the fish were biting. Her view from behind the fishing pole.

Bringing one in, he has finally quit fighting. She reels in three and looses three and of course the biggest ones got away.

Channel catfish, farm raised. Fresh from the pond and ready to prepare for the skillet.
The three Marcy did get to shore were all twenty-two inches long. Do not know the weight but it doesn't matter. Marcy fried them and brought a huge plate over warm for supper. I was not thinking about how much they weighed, only that they were delicious. Can't get any fresher fish than these.

Thanks, Marcy!