Sorry we haven’t had more posts recently. We’ve been incredibly busy managing hay, of all things, which turns out to be WAY more complex and tricky than I ever could have imagined. Perhaps one of us will write the harrowing tale for you soon. My parents and nephew visited this week, and we had a blast showing them around the farm, but no time to write. I’ll be sure to write a long, rambling update early next week. Until then, here are some photos to tide you over.
Some critter, perhaps the Cheshire cat or Door mouse, munched a heart shape into this saucer sized mushroom by the house.
I spent about half an hour following this butterfly around the garden.
We visited the R-Buckle (as in Arbuckle, a nearby town) Rodeo (more on that experience later) where this little buckaroo impressed us.
T and I have a secret love for rodeos.
We encountered this fine specimen in our compost pile and dubbed her Shelob. Her hind section was as large as a quarter, and she was feasting on a very large grasshopper.
The baling and bucking of hay has occupied a large part of our week.
T grabs hay bales with stakes on a tractor
T moved the hay by tractor as close to the barn as he could, then we rolled and pushed it the rest of the way in.
We visiting a lavender festival at a neighbor's farm, and now I have some drying in our shed.
Visiting a neighbor's goats.
T with the goats
T takes a break from the midday sun with Rousseau
morning dew in the pasture makes the clover and grass look fuzzy in the early morning sun
Dew on clover
The pasture is filled with life - most apparent in the dew in the morning, or lit up with fireflies in the evening
That's why they call it the "Blue Ridge" - as seen from the aptly named parkway
A few weeks ago we visited Mt. Mitchell, the highest peak east of the Mississippi, which was in a cloud bank while we were there.
A hike up Colbert's Ridge was lined with wild blueberries and june berries.
The view from Colberts ridge
T and Gypsy take a rest on Colberts ridge
A sunset that (almost) rivals New Mexico skies.