Yesterday we started manually filling used poly bags with hay. Tom used our tractor to move them as they were quite heavy (guess is 300# each).
Marty decided to visit us in the hay field, probably looking for better food
As we didn’t get enough free poly bags, So Tom moved loose hay into our hay barn as well with the tractor.
Yesterday afternoon, we had our friends Pam and Tommy over for an afternoon meal of chipotle and honey pulled pork and cherry pie. Here is the pie.
It was really nice to hang out with good friends on the back porch with tasty food.
Today we resumed the hay production. Here is the grass that we did not cut down for hay.
This is the peace sitting in the shade, waiting for Tom to return to the hay field with the tractor.
Here is our hay barn with the 8 poly bags of hay.
And the east barn door where we put some loose hay.
And here is our hay field after we finally removed the hay, hopefully growing more grass for more hay.
The chicks seem to be liking their new digs.
And our corn is knee high.
We picked the rest of the peas and pie cherries this afternoon while listening to baseball on the radio. I shucked some of the peas while watching the same Mariners game.
I was thinking about what could be more American that picking peas and pie cherries while listening to baseball. But then I started realizing that this is true in every part of the world in the growing season that you gather food to save for the winter months, including the tribe that used to harvest camas root on our prairie for the winter. It is the same soil that now grows our hay, peas and cherries.
This late afternoon we decided to go to the Samish River for a reprieve (another universal summer activity). Here is the F&S grade bridge underneath.
And views and sounds of the river.
This is Ryeleigh’s first time in a river, and she was not impressed. She actually did swim briefly.
And Steve who, although appearing to be a lab, is not attracted to water.
Ryeleigh started shivering although the temperature was 83 degrees. We decided to call her RiWee (short for River Weeny).
We gave up on the river, and I returned to shucking peas, this time in front of the Yankees-Mets game.
I blanched the peas for freezing and stemmed and pitted the cherries for freezing. Now we are watching the Capitol Fourth with the pets inside bracing for local fireworks.
Happy Independence Day!