First of all, I'm sorry for the lack of juicy YDs, Alicia. That is, if you've found the new blog yet. Wednesdays used to be a matter of scrolling through the hunk files. Now I actually have to write something.
I'm writing this at 4PM Monday afternoon. Basically, I'm exhausted and wondering how in the world I used to keep up with thirty acres, a house, three guys, assorted critters, and a full time job. I went out right after lunch and did the weed whacking, then mowed the yard as well as the paddock and partway around the fence. I fear that neither I, nor my trusty John Deere, will ever be quite the same again. I got off the lawn tractor feeling about a hundred years old, did a bit of maintenance (on the tractor, not me) and hit the shower. Well...maybe I did do some maintenance on me--that is, if a shower and a dose of ibuprofen count.
But before that, I took some pictures! There aren't any whopping weasels, but at least these pics don't violate anyone's copyright.
I got my new Unlikely Lovers postcards on Saturday. I thought they turned out rather well. Just wish I'd thought of the color border thing before I had the last batch printed. These are much prettier and none of the image got cropped off.
My Queen of the Prairie is also in bloom. I usually miss it because it's in the gully behind the garage. Since the guys cleaned the brush and trees out from under the power lines, I can actually see it from the barn. I planted three of them out there, and for years I thought they were dead, but here they are!
Hmm... Wishing you a Happy Hump Day doesn't have quite the same impact as it did when there was actually a hunk here to get you in the mood, does it? Sorry.