The Farm to myself

Georgia was running through the corn with her friend and I had the whole farm to myself (Because I was late and barely made it there by the end of pick-up time)

I was glad to just walk through the flowers and pick a perfect bouquet of zinnias.  It feels like now is the the peak of summer and I love it.  I am so thrilled with the green growingness of this time of year.  My injury has made everything go slower this summer which can be really tedious but in some ways has been quite pleasant.

The garlic picked and curing in the dark dry barn; it smelled like spicy dirt so I peeked between the slats