The weathermen keep tantalizing us with "chances of rain" but we have had none in days, beyond a sprinkle. We need it, now, we are 3.5 inches under where we need to be.
The sun shone on the ripening pears.
And on the bright zinnias.
But it was shady in Swamplandia, and the ducks and chickens were so happy.
We ate some mulberries... only one tree is bearing now, the others have gone by. These berries are so sweet... I have the purple fingers to prove it.
We visited the henspa chickens.
"More of those things!" said Kody.
And we played.
We watched Boots and Two show off for Chatterbox.
Tonight there is a Monday night ballgame, then we have a break while the team goes out of town.
We'll be locking everyone up in their pens before we go:
The odd thing is... for all the years we have lived here, we have heard the two coyote packs calling to each other. We aren't hearing them lately. We wonder what' up????