The green, green grass of home
The bounty from Swallow Crest Farm is not the only thing that is green around here. We’ve had plenty of rain this Spring and all that should be green is VERY green. The green is so intense that it glows.
This weekend is the first in several that had mostly sunshine. We have been enjoying it. Today was the warmest day at 70F – perfect!
Sunshine, fresh green grass – what more could a guy like Bob ask for?
It was a day for Bob’s favorite grassy-sunny spot on the edge of the woods, just north of the front porch.
He’s there…just to the right…a small yellow-orange bit – that’s Bob.
And the grass, the trees, the sky – beautiful.
The woods grasses are in tip-top shape as well. With the exception of the “thorn-in-my-side” thistle patch, I’ve been able to keep up with the few other weeds that populate the woods: hand pulling. Good exercise and with the abundant moisture, the few weeds I find let go of the ground easily.
Bear was out also…WITH Bob! They studiously ignore one another – both watching me. I sing and talk to them both. I am very pleased that Bear does not feel the need to do something about Bob and is content in his own space. Bob goes about his own business like he is the only creature in existence… true Bob!
A noise, a smell, a sound…and the beardog is on alert: stationed at Beardog Point looking out for trouble.
Our lives, our Sunday afternoon: enjoyed all together on the green, green grass of home.