'Almost at the end of July -- just August humidity to get through before I can breathe again.
The new pullets have started laying their miniature eggs, which are unsaleable and therefore "house" eggs for me. It takes three to make a respectable plate of scrambled eggs.
Butterflies are everywhere, but especially in the former vegetable garden, which looks more like a butterfly jungle. 'Glad to help out.
We've had some nice rain and red raspberries are ready to pick again. First, I'll need a machete to cut down the giant weeds that block my path to them. There are more ripe tomatoes than I can use, so the chickens get the benefit. Peppers are on the bushes and nearly ready to pick.
The peach and pear trees are so loaded with fruit that the branches are hanging low. Deer come to feast each evening. I hung a wind chime in the peach tree to discourage them and will do some arts and crafts with tin cans and old keys to arm the pear trees.
The men cut and baled more hay. I am happy to report that the big barn lofts are full of square bales.
Having gotten the lawnmower stuck in a slight dip between the fence and the peach tree with no one around to help me push it out, I discovered that laying a couple of old throw rugs in front of the tires gave me enough traction to get back on the job. I think this will work for ice and snow if the Mule gets stuck, so I have a new respect for throw rugs.