Amber waves of grain...

I neglected to describe the changing scenery along the river.  From the early spring of silvery sage green, the hills now are mostly "amber waves of grain" - although I don't think it's grain, but grass, but amber waves of grass hardly sounds right.  The beautiful rolling hills range of pale yellow to bright butterscotch.

The cattle seem to be in clumps together, safety in numbers?  Yesterday with the high temperatures over 100 many a cow or steer were seen buried up to their necks in the water pooled in their pasture.  Can't say I blame them - who said cows were dumb?

The streets and grasses in my neighborhood are blooming with little white flowers making my back yard look like I had spent time creating it rather than Mother Nature at work.

Decided to cook today - news flash!  Blueberry scones with lemon curd.  Curd is made and awaiting the scones for later in the day.  Phoebe liked licking the spoon.    I decided my retirement career should be a B&B on a lake in northern Wisconsin or Door County.  I love to cook but not ALL the time and like meeting people.   Sounds loverly anyway.

That's it again from...lil house on the res...