WHAT A DIFFERENCE A WEEK MAKES!

 Meanwhile, back at the farm . . .

After a few very warm days the beginning of the week, the temps turned cooler. Did I say we were fine with a lighter blanket? Early this morning I turned on the electric blanket. They say warmer temps are on the way. I suppose so, just by dint of the fact that it will soon be July.

But hey! The garden is loving these cooler days, and it appears to have rained as well. The summer squash finally germinated, and though some of it looks a bit motley, I do hope it continues to grow. I picked speckled-leaf lettuce for lunch, and the spinach and beets are maturing for now. The cherry tomato looks great and is blooming.

The lilacs and iris are gone, and the wild roses are fading, but look at these roses we transplanted to the front of the house years ago. You might recall that I discovered a patch of these roses at Plank’s place – just happened to see them – and so we dug up a couple for our yard. They struggled for a couple of years, but this year they are rewarding us with deep pink blooms. However, I was disappointed to see that the original patch at Plank’s has been sprayed, i.e., killed. I suppose they are invasive.

 

Yesterday afternoon I picked a cup or so of strawberries from our tire bed, and we had shortcake for dessert. A friend invited us to pick his raspberry patch while he travels, so we did and brought the berries with us. Today I’m making a raspberry rhubarb pie.

As I passed Hallie’s room on my way downstairs this morning, I caught sight of something black in the south field. Stopping to investigate, I saw several black cows. They were just standing there, but by the time I put on my shoes and got out there, they were nowhere to be seen. We have not seen them again – yet – but we know they’re out there. I didn’t dream this.

I’ve been following a course on making swimsuits for dolls, and here Shirley Anne models my first practice piece. I have several more cut out and ready to stitch. KW