High summer on the farm. We made mad dashes outside to gather eggs and search out rhubarb, while trying to avoid the swarms of gnats and mosquitoes that have hatched out over the course of the rainy spring months. Strawberry picking happened in the wee hours of the morning, before the bugs and high heat.
We baked, we ate, we did dishes and then we did it all over again.
The sheep completely ignored us.
Their business is the grass this time of year. I can't say I blame them. Their concentration and complete fixation on the tender edibles in front of their noses - despite the human with her camera waving her arms in front of them - was amazing. These are the same sheep that bolted at the sound of a bird flapping her wings last time I was home, but this month they couldn't be swayed from the task at hand by a marching band.
You gotta love the complexity of a sheep. I do.
I finished up the last of the strawberries today - they were sweet and delicious. Gramma and Grampa ate the last 2 pieces of the strawberry rhubarb pie when they stopped by for a visit last evening. I can't wait to enjoy the same pie again next weekend if we're lucky.
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