It’s been a while since I did a post with an assortment of pictures I’ve taken around the farm during the week. So here we go, pictures from our house to yours, and in the order I took them this week.
First up, a couple of flower pictures after a rainstorm. . .
Geranium Biokovo (Cranesbill)
Dr. W. Van Fleet climbing rose
Inside, there’s the ever rascally African Grey Parrot. . .
"What's down there I want to play with?"
The azaelas in the front flower bed are blooming. I still think it’s strange to have azaelas and roses, for instance, blooming at the same time, but that’s the south for you.
Azaelas Autumn Sangria (left) and Autumn Twist (right)
Azaela Autumn Debutante
Here are some chickens in the front yard. They’ve made a dust bath out of a hole left behind after digging out a tree stump.
Chickens, sunshine, and dust bath!
Of course, on these hot southern days, not only is a dust bath nice, but getting a drink from the bird bath is pretty good too. (Notice all the BATHing going on?)
Ahhhh, cool water on a hot day!
Never mind there are several places for them to drink, them seem to think the bird bath is for them too. So I guess it is by default!
Out in the back pasture, there is lots of white clover blooming. . .
White clover (Trifolium repens)
As Emeril Lagasse is fond of saying, “Wish we had smell-o-vision!” All that clover sure puts a wonderfully sweet fragrance in the air. It’s lovely.
I noticed we have birds nesting on the front porch again this year. The babies look like they ought to be ready to fly soon.
"Are you lookin' at me?"
Remember I mentioned azaleas and roses blooming at the same time? Here’s another rose in full bloom. It’s a rambling rose climbing up into a big oak tree beside the end of our driveway.
Paul's Himalayan musk rambling rose
Oh yes, and yesterday The Farmer did some more tilling in his garden. He’s going to plant watermelons in the rest of the space.
Spaces marked out to plant watermelon.
Last night I saw a bunch of birds going singly and in small groups to go nest for the night in the woods. I couldn’t see real clearly, but I suspect it was a murder of crows heading for their roosting spot.
Flying off to be murder. . .
I don’t know why a group of crows is called a murder, but like those birds, it’s time to end this and fly off!