hay drying in the field
leaves thinning out on the native pecan
meadow beauties blooming in the wet places
hay bales casting shadow
mirror reflections on the pond
It's finally cooled enough for me to dare a walk in the pasture. Temperatures and humidity have been daunting for weeks, and I just couldn't handle wading through the tall grass.
The insects--mosquitoes, biting gnats and chiggers have been horrible this summer, and every time I ventured forth I returned with another set of bites, no matter how much spray and clothing I had worn.
The season is shifting now. the hay is mowed, and there is a subtle change of color to the vegetation. The leaves are thinning and the bird population is beginning to move. A few early migrants are showing up, and the hummingbird numbers are building as they begin their journey south.
