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| July 3, 2014 |
We
all knew the score. Mike was dressed in motorcycle duds. That meant he was
leaving without us. By 6:45 a.m. he had ridden into the sunrise, so to speak.
Nellie
stayed on the cushion and moped, while Bess kept an eye on me. When I opened
the back of the pick-up, she hopped in, but I still had the packing to do.
We
arrived at the farm before 10:00 a.m., and I had things to do.
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| July 9, 2014 |
Water
on – check
Hot
water heater turned up – check
No
mice in traps -- check
Modem
on – check
TV
working – check
Open
windows – check
Make
hummingbird nectar – check
I
had a list of things to do. Watering is always a priority but takes only five
minutes. What cherries remained on the tree were ripe, and we picked them,
making seven pints in the freezer. I also picked raspberries – half a cup or so
– and there will be another small picking before it’s over.
I
took a notion to pick some service berries this year, but I can access only the
ones on the road. In the afternoon I picked about six cups of berries while
Bess and Nellie ate them off the ground.
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| July 16, 2014 |
In
the evening I heard the call of a bobwhite. What joy! I haven’t heard a
bobwhite since my teen years. It seemed to come from the lane, and in the
beginning it sounded so clear and bright that I thought someone was whistling
for a dog. Eventually it moved toward the pond and continued calling until dusk.
Hearing
a rustling in the field, I looked up from my crocheting to see a young buck
just beyond my summer squash in the raised bed – very close. The squash is
safely behind fencing, but the deer do nibble this and that while we’re gone.
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| July 21, 2014 |
This
morning it was cloudy and I thought sure we’d have a storm. I lamented that I
had left the laundry until today. I decided to get started with the washing
anyway. Glad I did – the storm moved on and by 10:00 the jeans and rugs were
about dry.
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| July 21, 2014 |
I
was up by 5:45 and by 7:00 the dogs and I had found a new service berry source
near our mailbox. I picked for half an hour – lovely big berries. As we walked
back to the house, I picked again at the tree on the road, and the magpies took
exception. “Heckle and Jeckle” and their friends heckled poor Bess, swooping
over her and scolding until we got to our lane. I worried a bit about Bess
until I noticed her tail. She was enjoying the banter.
[The
pictures on this post illustrate how quickly the fields have ripened since
early July.] KW
2 comments:
What fun. Sounds like a good time had by all :~)
Hi Dr. Molly! Thanks for taking the time to come by. Yes -- a good time was had by all.
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