Dad and I were busy putting down spray in the corn when suddenly above the river appeared two wheeling bald eagles. They were a ways off but there can be no mistaking that flash of white tail and dark wing.
Hot day in the fields again today. Mid 90s when we finally abandoned the press of earth and sky to retreat to barn and home at around 3 oclock. I made the mistake of taking a nap and woke groggy and sandy eyed. Should've driven down to the river and jumped in!
Just done with dinner of sloppy joe's (or is it sloppy joes? possessive or plural?) and will head out shortly to plant the last late planting of cukes. Our first two plantings were the only things to fail this year. Less than half sprouted, no idea why. Probably the heat from the plastic mulch we planted them in, maybe. Heat or fertilizer or bugs or crows or just plain cussedness. It's all out there waiting to defeat the unwary farmer.
Good news. The zinnias are sprouting wonderfully. Looks like they'll at least make before season's end.
Wishing you liberty, purpose and prosperity.
1 comment:
"just plain cussedness" Sometimes that's the only explanation for things. Have a great day!
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