Farm, fields, sun, and gravestone

Bouncing around enjoying the lovely weather. We're supposed to get rain late tomorrow through Tues, so making the most of it.

inside Soupcon

outside across from Soupcon

Lovely dinner was had at Soupcon with only one other table occupied, and that was it for the evening- nothing for the second seating even. Getting ready to go quiet as a grave (which actually I'll talk about a little bit further in the post) but the server was thrilled, he's going all over Europe, and it appears many of the employees head to exotic waters during 7 weeks of off season. Single, happy go lucky people of course, who else could do that?

Lots of fun playing with the new special effects for Picasa 3.9. Anybody else use that? And the title photo is not retouched - some things just don't need the help...

Farm visit again. Our greeter was a sweet cat watching make sure we signed in. Caught the dairy cows at their post for daily milking, the family out with all the duties that a farm entails. Hopefully you can see, the little piggies and chickens do live together - crazy. They told us there were lambs but only saw the sheep.

our neighbor ranch draft horses

another new wobbly kneed calf -there are countless numbers here now

Mark went out to try fishing again. Last day of his non-resident fishing license. We most definitely are residents here and have the proper state drivers license to prove it - the cost is half of course. Lots of fishermen out, he said, but no strikes. He'll try again another day. Just crazy activity going on for this time of year here. Our golf course opened yesterday, and the hiking, biking, etc. area of Hartman Rocks just opened as well. Not usual... And we bought a pressure washer today - yes, I know I'm trying to get rid of things not add to them, but this will definitely come in handy for the constantly filthy cars and other projects.

Lastly, the gravestone above. Never have noticed this until today. It's on the ground behind our new modern ugly mailboxes. A mystery here - don't know which Scott or what happened, and why there? You never know around here...