One day at a time

I just finished producing our monthly church newsletter, with photos. I've learned that I can move them from iPhone to laptop by emailing them One. At. A. Time. This tedious process makes me more selective, which is probably a good thing. Not that you might be able to tell by the number of photos below; playing catch-up after visits to two different commercial flower growers with display gardens would challenge the most selective photographer!

In chronological order, here are a few of the photos I felt worth sharing. First, four of my eight hens:

Next, photos from our visit with friends to Adelman Peony Gardens, mostly taken in the fields, rather than the display gardens:

Two days later, we went with family to Schreiner's Iris Gardens, where all my photos were made in the display gardens:

Chuckie, our resident hay inspector:

Poppy, my mighty hunter:

I've had to take Poppy on leashed walks for awhile now (during which she caught that young California ground squirrel in tall grass) because she thinks she can take a deer. I'm sure this doe has offspring stashed on our property because she goes after Poppy in the pasture, and although Poppy thinks it a grand game to dodge her, one strategic blow with a sharp hoof could disable or even kill her.

The ewes escaped their paddock on the neighbor's property recently and wandered around in the nasty grass that I've been calling foxtail or cheat grass but which my neighbor has identified as Ripgut Brome. Scary stuff. I spent hours in the fold monkey-picking the sharp awns from their wool, hands-on time with each ewe which they all came to love.

It's raining today, which is always appreciated this time of year. Too often in recent years the rain has stopped abruptly in spring, followed by a long, hot, dry summer that feels decidedly un-Oregon. But so far, June has been cooler and often damp, if not always wet. But after typing that I looked at the forecast, UGH; temps at 90 and above are in the ten-day forecast.

No other big news right now. We're coming up on our 42nd wedding anniversary, and haven't made any plans yet. I like plans; my husband is more spontaneous. Yep; opposites attract. 😉

That's it for now from . . .