It is hot and humid. The weather forecasters promised rain for days, but none fell on this farm. The front pond is just a damp spot at the bottom of a depression in the earth.
As you can imagine, the geese are praying for rain.
Goats and cows have recently been given entrance to fresh pastures. There are three new calves so far. The chickens have picked up on egg production for some reason.
I forage old apples from the trees and tomatoes and peppers from the garden and take buckets to the chicken house.
Yesterday, a pair of green finches slammed into the dining room window one after the other. I do not know if they were mating or fighting when they met their ends, but it made me feel sad either way.
The always accurate prognosticators are promising cooler weather by Sunday. I guess that eventually they'll be right as the planet aligns in its Autumn path. If it happens, it'll be a relief for me and will allow some more physical work outdoors.