Here are a few glimpses from this week:
The lambs checking for the newspaper, the yearlings and Caitlyn drying off in front of the fans after a thunderstorm, and Belle meditating in a quiet corner of the barn late one afternoon.
We're having some decent drying weather which means we're back in business on second cutting hay. Norm and Lisa have mown, tedded and raked the Long lot,our largest field; we should be ready to bale tomorrow. So much rides on the volume and quality of this mowing. We have many mouths to feed in the barn this winter.
Yesterday I arrived at the farm to see hundreds of swallows congregating on the phone lines, preparing to head for points south. Their departure is a late summer bittersweet moment. I'll miss their presence in the barn and company when mowing the fields.
It's a sure sign that autumn is not far off. Tell me, what spells end of summer for you?