I still don't have much brain power at the moment -- we're all counting the days until the end of our busy season -- so I thought I'd post all the Random Pix that have accumulated over the last month.
Dawn through our back barn door...
...with the sun shining through the corn that never matured (planted it too late).
Full moon rising (in town)...
Full moon setting (at home).
Older Daughter enjoying pizza with her Venture Scouts crew.
For the last month, Older Daughter has been employed once or twice a week doing housecleaning for some neighbors. Here she's walking to their house.
I'm pleased that my girls are earning a reputation for being honest and hard-working.
Water droplets on a broccoli leaf.
Harping around (can't say "fiddling around")...
...while being watched by Lydia.
Polly licking the mineral block.
Field burning across the canyon -- during...
Dawn light on the hay bales...
...and on Lydia.
We had a close call a couple weeks ago. Older Daughter has a glass paperweight on her bedside table.
One afternoon during some particularly bright sunlight, she came in and found it was burning a hole in the table! Can you see the wisp of smoke?
Impressive... and scary.
Snap, our rooster.
Part of our resident herd of deer. We routinely have between twelve and fifteen animals grazing in our field every evening.
And every morning I like to sneak into the barn and peek out back to see who's grazing near the woods.
Doe on a foggy morning.
Our neighbor's horses on a wispy morning.
We found this monster on our front porch. Its abdomen was about 1/2 inch across, and its leg span was about 1 1/2 inches. Are there any arachnophiles out there who can tell me the species?
Old Major, caught in a beam of morning sun.
A robin in silhouette.
The faint, faint colors of early dawn...
...and its accompanying new moon.
Early morning behind the barn.
Quail on a fence post.
Great horned owl.
Corn from a neighbor's garden. (Mine didn't mature before the frost hit.)
Fresh basil (from my garden).
Picking off the leaves.
A neighbor celebrates his 17th birthday at our Sunday neighborhood potluck.
One of Smoky's bandits.
Most of the rest of the bandits.
It's getting hard to fit those chicks under her feathers at night... but she manages.
Walking back from the mailboxes.
Enjoying corn cobs.
I thought this random pattern of an extension cord on the ground looked remarkably like Celtic knotwork.
Picking dill seed.
Sunset through smoke from field-burning.
Another less smokey sunset.