An August night’s rain brings a soft morning to our acreage. As the men go off to work and early football workouts and the girls awake at a camp on Lake George I spend a few magical moments with the animals and land I’ve neglected for the last few weeks. I won’t notice the weeds or the fly tapes in need of change. I’ll just dash off for my camera before the sun rises too high in the sky.
The mama goats complain now and the babies we lock up for the evening (so we can get first dibs on milk each morning) complain as well.
Blue Jays take over the mornings where robins have left off and everything is soft.
We let our baby does milk from their mothers. This makes chubby, happy babies and relaxed mothers. We take only the mothers’ morning milk for ourselves and have plenty. It may not be the most economical, but it brings us all pleasure. Win/win!
My husband replaced a ragged old flag on the top of the grounded boat in the churchyard to surprise our pastor. They both hail from Illinois, both love the BEARS, both have suffered a lifetime of heartbreak with the CUBS. But when the flag was raised the CUBS went on a 15 game winning streak.
We’ve already had to replace the flag once (the afternoon before the playoffs began) because the winds in our little valley wreak havoc on flags. This morning at 6am my husband received a text from the pastor with the above image. CUBS WIN!!!!