It is 10pm, the tractor is still running and the silage wagon is pulling in and out of the yard. The neighbors are helping Kelly cut silage. Actually, they are doing all the cutting and Kelly is packing the silage pit. I even did the farmer's wife thing and fed them supper in the field tonight. It was complete with homemade sourdough bread and peach cobbler. Talk about the domestic housewife.
The fields are already turning yellow. I've heard rumors of leaves already changing colors in places. A friend of mine who lives about 15 miles away told me that on August 2nd, the hose leading to her horse troughs had ice in it that morning. This, I do not find humor in. Summer is not long enough here.
Because we were going to silage this week, we thought we'd take Jessie out and take her picture in the barley before it got cut. She was none too happy about this, but the pictures turned out great.
We were in Olds for the rodeo this past weekend. Jessie got to play with her friends Cooper and Charlee. They are the pick up man's kids. They set up barrels and roping dummies and terrorize rodeo clowns, cowboys, and innocent bystanders. Barrel racers despise them.
Well, that is all I know for now. It is bedtime on the farm!
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