|The house at Gilbert sits amidst fields of amber winter wheat.|
It seems like a strange year. Aren't they all? But this year the grain just seemed to ripen so quickly. My garden hasn't done much at all, and I think it's because it's so hot. The young fruits just seem stunted on the vines. A little maple tree that was showing promise shriveled up over the weekend. And Mike despairs that he has seen only a few Hungarian partridge (huns) instead of the coveys he'd like to see.
|Bess and Nellie nibble hawthorn berries|
The noisy bird families of spring are gone now, leaving our world much more peaceful. A few hummingbirds still come to the feeders, but we haven't had as many this year. We do have a lot of yellow jackets, and that's usually a sign that the hummingbirds will soon be gone.
Left: June's field in the foreground, our north field, and then Central Ridge in the background.
One day the old barn at "mailbox corner" will be gone, but while it's there, I'll continue to appreciate its rustic beauty with a camera.
Nellie knows how to walk on the shadier side of the road. That's spring wheat in the foreground. The next field is winter wheat. Note the apple tree. I don't know if it's time to pick apples or not, but I do know that Nellie and Bess search under the trees for them - and they are rewarded.
The unit of pine trees in the middle is our grove. You just can't see the house. KW