The Fat Mama Sunflowers are almost ready for harvest. This year they are half their normal size, in fact I think my garden was more fairy size then human. Everything was in miniature the squash stayed the size of my fingers. I think the heat and the wind made it hard for the plants to put their energy into growing, most of it went into surviving.
The wild asters are in full bloom. They first showed up at the fence line of the property. They are one of my favorites. In the last few years they have begun to travel up the fields towards the house and I have a few bordering the backyard. It amazes me how plants move around on the land with the help of the wind and the birds. The wild marigolds showed up on land that was scared with the building of the house years ago. With their help the native grasses returned over the next few years. Once they were established the marigolds disappeared from that section of land and went on to another, suddenly filling that field with their presence. You can always tell where they are by their smell.
It think this just might be the last squash blossom of the season, golden yellow seems to represent the color of fall here in the west. You can just see a mini squash underneath.
The harvest moon has just passed, it brought all the sheep into their rowdy phase, extra care is taken this time of year, girls out in the morning the boys out in the afternoon. I need to figure out if Roxy, should have another little one this spring. She is getting up there in years. Washing horse blankets today, I think a cold snap is approaching this weekend. Snow is already gracing the top of Mount Evans.
To the passing of one season and into the next...
~ Deb
* Last time in Barn Stories: Gathering it All up
