Good thing I looked before walking into the corn:
Those wasps seemed quite at home on that corn leaf. Continue reading
We don’t have a cherry picker, but we do have a ladder and a roof.
Later, I didn’t take a picture as I was on the ladder picking behind my head.
You can almost see it’s a garden, after weeks of weeding and Gretchen had just finished mowing between the rows.
Visible, left to right: cucumber, yellow squash, okra, eggplant, tomato, corn (maize).
At going on 13 years old, Yellow Dog is an octogenarian in human years, with arthritis to show for it.
Brown Dog, who is the same age, was probably sleeping somewhere.
Anybody else had to get one of these?
Thanks to Adel Tire for the fix, including a new inner tube.
Back in the 1930s, during the Great Depression, my father and grandfather paid off the mortgage on the farm through income from turpentine. This is a catface, where the bark was scraped off a pine tree so its sap would ooze out, to be caught in a metal cup nailed below on the tree.
The rest of the tree long ago was logged.
Behind the pine tree stump and the adjoining oak tree, you can see a beaver pond. Continue reading