Summer. The word used to mean swimming at the neighbor’s pool, chasing fireflies, red Georgia mud squishing between my toes. Now I associate summer with swimming in the redneck pool, crazy farm work hours, and in the early summer stories of fawns and baby antelope being accidentally mown up.
|Ganache was telling the fawn hello.|
Our summer started with this full moon rising over the farm on Memorial Day weekend.
This week we’ll finish cutting first crop. Another week or so to get it raked, baled, and stacked. And then we get to do it all over again . . . and again . . . and hopefully again for four crops of hay this year. We’ll see what the weather brings!
It’s not ALL work. There is some play, at least for the kids. 🙂
How’s your summer going so far?
And I just had to add this picture because Ganache is so cute. He got tired of waiting for me to take pictures. Get used to it buddy!