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.