The past two weeks have been a tad brutal - heat wise. Heat zaps energy. Weeds love heat. Why is that?
The other day I felt like shouting out, "Someone, please hurry up and convince me why I'd NOT want to move to a place with a lot of snow."
Today is better. Fall is coming. Soon. And drinking cold raw goat milk and Carol's cinnamon bread seems to make it all better anyway.
If you've been around the farm lately - you'll notice "construction" going on. Michael decided to "fill in" the areas around our market with raised beds. Nice idea, I say as fall planting and seeding has begun. My very favorite time of year.