Wagon loads of wheat straw are hauled to storage.

Wagon loads of wheat straw are hauled to storage.

On a recent summer morning this towering cumulus presaged rain. Not for us, for fortunate others. Good for them!

Rounds of wheat straw await the tractor and flatbed trailer.

On a hazy and very hot morning, winter wheat awaits the combine.

I stopped this morning to take a few photos. This one best captured the feel of the morn – very hot (26C), very humid, very still. A day and a landscape waiting for relief, for release, from the unusually long hot spell we have endured for almost a week.

We are so blessed that our back yard is (relatively) cool and inviting on this day, when the humidex reached 46C, or 115F. We can feel and listen to the breeze, listen to the grass grow.
This is the real world. This weather is uncomfortable, unpleasant, potentially dangerous. It is quite possibly a precursor of what is to come in the years ahead. It is good to be comfortable with appreciating the real world.

I got down on their level to capture a different perspective of these fungi sprouting from a trunk in the back yard.

Forget-Me-Nots gaily fill a small space between a sidewalk and concrete foundation.

A stand of last years’ teasel awaits the day.

Brilliantly lit contrails cross cross the morning sky while the land waits for the suns’ caress.
