I'm brain dead. That's the only explanation. This time of year we're working long hard hours, trying to get stock ready for the Kansas City Renaissance Festival which starts September 1. As a result, I'm brain dead... and neglecting the blog.
So by way of begging forgiveness, I decided to post a bunch of random pix from the last month or so.
This is what we did all afternoon: coated tankards.
This was what we did a couple days ago: put on handles.
Horsing around at the lake in mid-July with some neighbors.
Pollen on timothy.
The lake through some trees. Sometimes I forget what a gorgeous place this is.
We made some ice cream and shoved the container into an overstuffed freezer. Whenever we opened the freezer door, the container would shoot out at us. So Older Daughter made a warning sign. It says: "Be careful opening the freezer! The Freezer Dragon is cranky this week and may throw a large bowl of ice cream in your face."
Younger Daughter picking wild raspberries.
Some friends are raising pigs. We've never raised pigs but would like to, so I was interested in their critters.
Garter in the garden.
Barn swallow. Hard to catch these guys sitting down.
Older Daughter picking strawberries.
Atlas and Sparky.
A field of canola at the height of blooming. This photo was taken July 17. It's pretty much gone to seed now.
The marsh by the lake.
Cinnamon meets Thor.
A little mist at dawn (early July).
Lydia wearing a daisy chain.
Chickens in the manure pile.
Glorious view across the canyon.
Distant canola field.
Ocean spray in bloom.
I thought this fence post looked pretty.
Mullen. Very common around here.
Butterfly. Not sure what type.
Our friend Jack brought another load of tires for my tire garden. They proved irresistible to his three-year-old son Lucas.
I later stacked the tires near the garden fence, awaiting a time when I can lay out more beds.
Wild gillardia (blanket flower), one of my favorites.
This moth was on my dish drain rack. Any idea what type?
Typical farmhouse kitchen table: incubator, fresh eggs, peas waiting to be shelled.
Deer behind the barn at dawn.
Kisses from Thor, Matilda's yearling steer.
Younger Daughter had a friend spent the night. They decided to sleep in a tent in the garden.
Snap and one of the hens, roosting.
Full moon setting at dawn.
Crescent moon in the evening sky.