Hot and Windy

       August’s end should bring some cooler temperatures.  Hasn’t happened yet.  When to plant wheat (whether to plant wheat) takes front seat right now. 

     Well, you can’t control the weather, and the pursuit of pleasure marches on.  Water the garden and head for Brighton early Sunday morning.

 

                          One thing about junk-gardening:  the drought never bothers the junk. 

 

 

      The siblings’ band (band of siblings?) sang for church in Henderson.  After the service, we headed for the Adams County Museum where we played for a memorial celebration for one of the museum’s ardent supporters.  We were slightly outshone by the John Deere combine. 

      We played for about an hour and a half.  I don’t know about the attendees, but the performers enjoyed themselves immensely.

 

                                             We imported our own support group.

 

      We enjoyed a meal together, then departed our separate ways.  We spent Monday rubber necking in the Ft. Collins area.  One of the attractions—Jimmy’s garden.

 

    The Goodwife never refers to his garden as a junk garden.  Raised beds are easy on the back—now, not when they were being built.

       Tuesday found us in Denver at the Rockies game.  The scoreboard tells the story.

 

      The highlight of the evening:  Matt Kemp crashed into the outfield wall trying to corral a fly ball and had to be removed from the game.

     Wednesday, back to the farm.  Wind farm traffic is still heavy.  Here is the intersection of Roads 26 and 3N, altered to handle the trucks ferrying the tower segments and blades to the area.

 

                      Hot and windy.  Better get the water on the trees and the garden again.