Friday, June 17, 2016

ah the sound

  of an old tractor puttering along.   and where is said puttering ..... oh no .... he's in the patch.

  Dad ran up and down the rows with the digger ... not the tiller, the digger --- sometimes he and the tiller get a bit out of control.

  looking good out there -- every hill was hoed Wednesday or Thursday night ... squash and pumpkins dusted for bugs ... sunflowers and zinnias are up ... deer are already nibbling on the pumpkin vines. 

  life is good.

  summer the season of endless sunshine -- it's wearing me out I'm on the go from 5:30 am 'til 9:15 ... I feel the deck chair calling my name.


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