Wednesday, July 27

after the heat wave





Things have been pretty nice around here now that it's not 101* anymore. (The wall of hops behind tim used to look like this.)


The goldfinches pick off the petals of the sunflowers so they can get to the seeds, running around on the flower faces like children on a king-sized mattress. Most of our sunflowers look bedraggled now, but a few have escaped.













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