The goldenrod is almost at peak bloom and bees of all types are taking advantage. There seem to be two types of the plant around here. This kind, with airy sprays of bloom like fireworks going off is more common.
But we also have a variety with more finely cut leaves and small globs of bloom where the flowers are arranged in clumps.
The bees prefer this type at the moment. I see a honey bee and two other small bees of some kind.
Although still terribly dry we are having some morning dew and the webs of little grass spiders show up well in the lawn.
"Come into my parlor...."
The cooler morning temperatures create a river of fog down in the valley. Every year I'm reminded of how good it is to live up on a hilltop where you aren't stuck for hours in the fog every morning in the Fall.
Even when the fog lifts and trails away over the ridge the valley will still be stuck in a clammy mist all morning.
We've been to the woods last week and Andy cut some hemlock trees. He's building hinged panels for a fellow shepherd who needs some new ones. From the woods to the sawmill to the shop. That will keep him occupied for a few days.
Holly loves to walk up the length of each downed tree. Such a silly girl.
"Nope, no squirrels in this one. Let's cut another one down and look!"
The sheep are currently going to the farthest pasture to graze everyday. They are having to work for their vittles this summer. There was barely enough regrowth to let them go back there and they spend a lot of time grazing to get what they need. No lush mouthfuls they can fill up fast on. We did offer hay in the bunk when they come in at night but they were not enthused so they aren't that hungry but we'll have to move them off that pasture again very soon.
We let them out of the yard in the morning and they follow Andy across the smallest pasture behind the barn.....
.....through the gate and down the hill.....
....and spread out down by the woods for the morning. They are hard to see - click to biggify.
We have a separate group of old and infirm animals and they go out into the closer, flat pasture that heads north. Pickings are a little better for them out there as there are fewer of them for that area but we keep hay in their mangers in case someone doesn't feel up to trekking out and being on their feet for hours.
All that wide expanse and they stick to the narrow sheep trail and march off to work in single file.
Even old sheep have a good work ethic.