Season journal: green
The first haying began today. The humidity of cut alfalfa softens the dry hot weather.
Raking turns hay over, allowing it to dry before baling.
The first wild roses makes walking Zeke a scent adventure.
The wild grapes bloom with exuberance.
Wild carrots add lace to shoulders.
The river runs low but cool.
A bouquet of radishes. My guy knows what I like!
Thunder provides the background music for this post. ‘It’s the season for pop-up storms. This one will be short, but shakes the house. We spend our days weeding and watering and mowing. We have been thinking of our gardening soul-mate in Alabama, who landed in the hospital yesterday. All the sun and brightness we absorb we shine her way.