I'm still kickin'. Well, maybe not kickin' exactly, but getting by.
Here is the extent of summer action around the place.
(I did spare you from photos of grass mowing and all the things that have bit the dust here in the last three months. Oh, and all the appointments, phone calls, forms, signature guarantees, etc., which one has to deal with following a death. So complicated.
Hopefully, I am about done with all that bother.
Some patriotic harvest, thanks to a volunteer little white pumpkin/squash.
Wheat field with some color.
Green wheat . . .
Golden wheat . . .
Rain . . .
A visit to a friend's beautiful shady garden oasis. . .
Some bathers . . .
Some eaters . . .
Some bunnies . . . lots of bunnies . . .
A couple of hunters . . . . one stayed close enough to get a few shots - with the camera, of course.
Icky batches of insects all over the crape myrtles. . .
And a great 50th birthday party for a good friend.
This photo is from last year, but the same holds true right here and now. Last year we had a bumper crop. I gave them away, and still have bags in the freezer. There does not look like as many on the bushes this year. I'm kinda glad.
Just off Hwy 64 between Lawrenceburg and Pulaski, TN
I am happy to announce that Tom, The Backroads Traveller, would like to take up the barn meme. Currently, we are experimenting with my existing linkup on his blog, so bear with us. It might not go perfectly (or go at all) at first.
Broccoli gone to seed in my husband's garden last spring.
Currently, his garden spot is grown up in weeds as he was not able to plant anything this year before he died. I'm not sure what I'll do with it next year, but I'm going to keep the fence up and keep the weeds beat down this year until I decide. I have visions of becoming the old widow woman in the gardening hat with hoe in hand in a garden full of flowers.
We'll see what next year brings.
I am going to halt The Barn Collective for now. I don't know if I will continue it at a later time or not. I will be happy for someone to pick it up. Just let me know.
Thank you to everyone for your kind comments and emails. Words can be of such great comfort in times of grief. We are very fortunate to have friends who have visited both at the hospital (two hours away) and at home, brought food, ran errands, looked after my mother, fed the cats, and even mowed the lawn. My son and I are plodding along with each day. He will be starting his permanent job next week after a delay due to the illness and death of his father. I am glad he has something to occupy his mind.