Here are the apples I picked, being held by the woman I love, the woman whom I hope I can convince to fry up said apples in approximately 16 hours.
And here's the somewhat waterlogged fern I dug out of the woodlot for MeeMaw. The rain deluged it, and I need to poke some holes in the bottom of the pot to provide drainage.
The infamous mammalian mandible, all that's left of a small creature who met his end at Possum Cough. And ain't the thistles in the background right purty?
Everything is very green and Welsh outside after the shower. The cattle on the far side of the holler are enjoying their freshly-washed salad.
The north fenceline looks bare without the cows who are usually congregated under the pine tree at this time of day. Perhaps their habits change as fall approaches.
Speaking of fall, it's time for PeePaw to clean out the bluebird house. The former tenants didn't leave fleas, but they definitely left lots of extry furniture.
Much love to Joshy-O, Moo-Moo, J-Dawg, Mamma K, Woofie, and Ri-Ri.
(Sounds distressingly like a convocation from Def Jam Records, doesn't it?)
