I grow squash for their beautiful squash blossoms.

Everything’s coming up roses

Every squash blossom bears fruit.

There was a flutter of wings coming from the stacked cinder block clothesline anchor this morning as I was pinning clothes up to dry.  The small Eastern Bluebird perched on the electric line in front of me as I admired her porcelain blue eggs.

Simply point your device at the sky and the app will show you what object you’re looking at.

Planetary Parade

The elusive planet Mercury shone in the morning sky,
and the brilliant planet Venus was sitting nearby,
distant Uranus and Neptune, all approaching their oppositions,
were well placed for observation,
as well as the gas giants Jupiter and Saturn,
known by satellite,
even the dim dwarf planet Pluto
offered sky watchers favorable conditions for viewing

I learned a little chant from the girls at day camp, “girls go to college to get more knowledge, boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider,” but I say some of these girls are stupid because they threw two bluebird eggs out into the field.

It’s high Friday and I’m full of smiles.

 Wldflowers are tenacious. My garden beds need the sporadic baptism of rain that is in the forecast for the next 10 days. This fortunate turn of events will allow me to snooze.

Nothing says farm better than a well built barn.

Across the road is a horse riding ring. One day I’ll ride a horse until it’s shoes fall off.