Smoke to the south |
We’re here at the farmhouse for a brief stay. We found no mice in traps
but plenty of dust, dead flies, and wasps. Disgusting! And in town, the blue
aphids (October bugs) are multiplying rapidly. There’s something to be said for
a warm autumn, but a hard freeze would do much to solve my bug woes. We
anticipate a change in the weather by Saturday. I’m ready.
The day started out hazy, and a friend in town said it was hazy there,
too. But this afternoon I’d have to say it’s downright smoky. I hear there’s a fire
in the Riggins area. I just don’t know where it comes from, but we have plenty
of it.
We got here at 5:30 yesterday (Wednesday) afternoon, and Mike got his
work done while I fixed supper. Then he couldn’t sleep, so in the middle of the
night he went to his shed to work on a bicycle. He has no electricity there,
though, so I don’t know exactly how he managed.
Mike and I watched a bunny in the yard near the barn this morning. Mike got the binoculars for a better look, and then I spotted something large moving in the grass. Turned out to be the male, and he was big! We figured those two were the pair. Mike saw a little one in the barn yesterday, he said, so I guess you know those rabbits are raising a family there – and raising a family, and raising a family . . .
"I think we should go back." |
Now that harvest is over, we can walk across the fields again. Chuck
wondered why the canola field looked so dark in the last set of farm pictures,
so today I went out to investigate. Basically, it’s stubble now, and a lot of
ground shows through. In sunlight, it appears tawny, but as shadows and
darkness fall, it looks dark, as you can see in the photos.
"I'll just wait here for you -- maybe." |
1 comment:
There's been a little fly buzzing around our house for two days, but he seems to be a magician--we see him and then, poof, he's gone! Fall is the season for flies and it's not fun. And those little blue bugs!! Ack! I remember fighting them every October while walking back and forth to the Jr/High School. In my hair, stuck on my clothes . . .
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