We may be old retired people, but we still have to get out there and mow the lower forty, as we call it. E has the relatively easy part, riding around on “the Pony” for an hour and a half, while I lug the small push mower up and down hills and around trees. We almost need a hay baler, the grasses get so tall and thick. I see why goats are popular here in TN.
Here are some flower scenes, and last night’s beautiful sunset.