The other morning, Hunter, the big black lab, and I drove over to Mom’s farm to weed in the pumpkin patch. After close to an hour of bending over, pulling weeds, I heard something scream. I realized it was the backs of my legs; the hams. Screaming like pigs. Enough already!? I told Hunter this was supposed to be enjoyable. Let’s go for a ride. We decided to drive back to the pond, which my son keeps mowed up for a boys’ retreat area.
View from my office.
My faithful assistant.
I was enjoying the peace, quiet and the view:
My Mom’s (Grandpa’s) Pond
When all of a sudden, the loudest bullfrog I have ever heard made me jump and startle Hunter. I didn’t see it, but it was either a bullfrog or a 5th grade boy warming up on his tuba.
Maybe it was hiding under one of the huge lilypads:
So that night, as I removed my sore hams from the couch and turned off the living room lamp, Abigail, the Hereford heifer, mooed. “Good night, Abigail!” I shouted out the open window. I
Who says the country-life is quiet??
It’s never quiet, I know. Right now I hear the combine, the washing machine banging away, the dog barking at the combine from a safe distance and an angry chipmunk chittering at the cat, trying to make it go away. Most days I’m just happy we don’t have a rooster (though I’m not opposed to one).
The combine? What are they harvesting? In Illinois, currently, nothing is ready for harvest.
Wheat, right now. Hay, too, but the combine was running fr the wheat.
Those country noises would be music to my ears. 🙂
You are so right!
I can def tell you are enjoying your summer. I love your blots. Brings a smile to my face
It’s been a summer to enjoy, for sure! Thank you!!
GREAT POST!!! Life on the farm even in the middle of the night.
…and people think it is sooo quiet! 😉