Hot. Dry. Humid. Again. Teased by the hares. And
the rain. Yesterday and today--thunder, lightning, rain all around me.
Nary a drop here. Ahhh, well. Time to get the hauling muscles tuned
up.
Lots of coneflowers--reds, pinks, greens (yes, green), and a
couple yellows--prairie coneflowers with their yellow drooping Snoopy
ears and Ozark coneflowers--yellow versions of
their red, pink, green cousins. New lilies every day. The hollyhocks
are about ready to join the decorations. And the cosmos. The lack of
rain has kept them small, but still beautiful.
Neighbor lost two
trees in the last storm. One huge hickory fell in his woods. "If a
tree falls in the woods and no one hears . . . Never mind. The other
one--a poplar--fell into his animals' pen. The goats just think Dennis
is giving them a new food source. Ummmm. Tasty.
Need a dance Kathy.
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