I tried to get fancy with a photo gallery this morning, but apparently I didn’t know what I was doing, because it was wonky. Let’s blame it on the protracted heat.
Chris is waiting for her mohawk to ripen so she can harvest the oats. In the meantime, the combine needs a few adjustments. Jake’s a big help.
I normally stay away from the vegetable garden in case Chris tries to put me to work, but I visited this morning to take some pictures.
From this angle the garden looks like nothing but potatoes, but this is just one of four blocks, each 50 x 50 feet.
This is an experimental crop of flax. I neglected to take a picture when it was a shimmering sea of blue flowers. Now that it’s gone to seed it’s beautiful in a whole new way.
Water, glorious water!
The geese enjoy the water, too.
Here’s a sample of the August bounty:
These girls are safe for a couple more months.