On very warm days like yesterday, the air is thick with the scent of blackberries. Even as we drove down our street with windows down, the huge bushes alongside the road filled our car with that sweet and delicious smell. Today, as I went up to the barn, I could smell the berries growing just outside, though not as strong, because today is much cooler.
On my way up to the barn I walked by Scarlette. She is Violet’s beautiful little heifer from last year. She has grown to be very sweet and personable and will make a wonderful family cow.
Avery greeted me with her typical half meow, half whine, then resisted my attempt to pet her as she stretched out on the floor and eyed me dubiously. I am pretty sure I detected an eye roll here.
I walked over to check the status of a sneaky hen. She pretty much disappeared a couple weeks ago and I just figured the predators got yet another chicken. Laying right in front of my eyes, I almost didn’t realize she was there, she was laying so still and quiet. I almost stepped on her. The sly little hen, who wants so badly to be a mama, placed her secret little hoard of eggs on a piece of black plastic (!what?!) covering some wood, amongst some dusty farm tools.
And, by farm tools, I mostly mean a ladder and a battery operated 4 wheeler of Ethan’s. He’s been asking to ride it so I am glad I now know where it is. Hey! Not everyone can own a bonafide John Deere!
I wish they’d hatch already. She is keeping me from finishing my homeschool room project because I can’t get to the old table back there to see if I can make it splendid with a can or two of spray paint.
This marvelous view outside the barn makes me feel organized just looking at the neat patches of different crops and nursery stock below us.
Back down toward the house I resume Operation Calf Watch
Poor Violet, laying in the loose dirt to keep cool. Looking at her sizable belly, I don’t blame her for laying down most of the time.
I love the beautiful flowers I see on my way.
Perennial Geraniums
What a cute old boy Boris is. He’s nearly blind now, but just as sweet as ever.
We can’t finish up even a mini-tour without saying hello to Duncan.
Walking by some assorted toys here and there that are not supposed to be outside…
and some other signs that a precious little boy lives here…
I finally make it back to the fabulous green door.
There’s lots more to see but I have got to get back to that project that took me up to the barn to check on the table to start with!
Have a wonderful summer evening!
Callie, another farm kitty. She wandered up and adopted us.
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