I had an unfortunate incident with granola this week. I had some in the oven when Poppy came in to tell me about the very boring passage in her children's Bible, in Exodus, that described the Ark of the Covenant in great detail. I told her those details had allowed people to re-create the Ark, and then we got to looking at pictures, and then . . .
Boooo.
Luckily, granola browns--and burns--from the edges in, so I was able to salvage about two-thirds of it from the center.
The actual burned third on the right went to the chickens.
The four pigeons we got from the wagon tramp have been released into the wide world. Every morning I see them take off about sunrise to wheel and glide around our almost-ghost-village.
Resting on the barn roof before their sunrise flight.
And then the dogs and I went down the road to check on the horses' water in the pasture they're currently in.
Hi, Cora.
And Bill.
Milkweed buds have such an interesting shape.
The children and I went down the hill on Friday to go swim with our friends who work on the giant ranch with a pool. It's the only pool in the county, and can only be used by employees of the ranch, so we're very lucky they invite us along. It's one of my children's favorite days of the summer, and I always take the opportunity to get some below-the-hill flowers.
All yellow.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.