Saturday morning visitors: Mama turkey & her feathery white turklets

This morning, our neighbor's adorable fuzzy yet feathery white turklets* came waddling and peeping through our yard, closely supervised by their mama. Please enjoy some shots, though please bear in mind I was apparently too enthralled by the downy white cuteness to fuss with the finer aspects of the photography. Oh well. I did bring out my tripod though, so points there, right?









*I am aware that "turklet" is not the proper name for baby turkeys. But I don't care.

Some of Summer

fresh eggs

lily about to bloom

black hollyhock

"Moonlight, Summer Moonlight"

Moonlight, Summer Moonlight

by Emily Bronte

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,

But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.

And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.

Sweet summer, cold & creamy...

R made black raspberry ice cream with fresh-picked blackcaps from across the road (& supplemented with some berries from my folks' place). Sweet summer on our tongues.

Facing the Fleece

Today I took a deep breath & faced the fleece. The washing of the fleece. First up, the fleece of one of our Jacobs, Lucy Van Fleece.

Unwashed fleece (a cleaner part, to spare your tender sensibilities).

Popeye is curious at first...

...but not for long. He was no help whatsoever, I might add.

Proper footwear is important.

Beardyman scored this tub for FREE last week. Perfect for washing fleece. We ran hot water from the basement.

Tub of fleece, second soaking.

...To be continued...