5th Cutting Is Finished...

It's hard to believe we're finally at this end of the summer!

Jim started mowing and baling hay in May...and five cutting later, here we are at the end of September.  He finished up with baling the last two contours here at home this afternoon.  Perhaps just in time, because the weather forecast is now calling for rain over the next few days.

We've finally said goodbye good riddance to the horrible humid heat wave that was summer...and have begun enjoying blue jeans and flannel shirt weather the past two days.  Yeah!  Can you tell I'm happy about that?

Anway...

This load got backed into the barn to be unloaded another day...

Peanut has a "thing" for hay wagons, and promptly found a cozy hole to curl up in.  She's raised several litters of kittens in hay wagons over the years, but there will be NO MORE Peanut babies...

I still don't think she's forgiven us for that, but...

Now we move on to other things...like the West Lampeter Fair.  The hubbub begins tomorrow (for me) as the baked good will be entered for Wednesday's judging, tasting (!!) and bake sale.

Hope to see you there!

Friday's Hunt...

This week for Friday's Hunt, the prompts are...

Starts with "Y"...

Last night I found this yellow sunflower blooming in my garden...the first of the summer...

Next is "in my shoes"...

In my shoes, are tired, achy feet.  I feel like an old lady...but maybe if I keep my toenails painted they'll feel young again.  ??  I bought a pair of Oofos...highly recommend sandals with great arch support, and they do help. Staying off my feet would also help.  Hmmmm....

Last is "Week's favorite"...

I chose a series of pictures of Peanut, our cat matriarch.  She's responsible for every cat on the farm, and she's proud of it!  Last evening at dusk she was sitting at the edge of the garden.  She has such an intent look on her face...

She didn't sit still for long when she saw me...

...and then she had to show off a bit...

Have a great weekend!

Peanut's Plan...Thwarted...

This is Peanut...

Her plan is was to take over the farm.

She is the matriarch from whom every cat on the farm has descended. She's a lovely cat...very affectionate...very dominant...a fabulous mother and hunter...but we just couldn't let her do it.

Her plan has been nipped in the bud.  Literally.

Poor Peanut.  I think she's a bit miffed.