This is actually yesterday’s sunrise, not sunset!
The sky when from the picture above to the this picture in less than thirty minutes and started to rain a little bit while I was on scaffolding, taking some pictures of the new roofing.
It’s kind of rare around here to see a sunrise that looks like it could be a sunset.
Here’s a picture that my mom took of the potatoes I was digging Tuesday and Wednesday, before it started raining on Thursday morning.
These are Purple Vikings. This was one of the hills with some large potatoes in them. Most of the hills had a nice mix of medium and large ones, and some hills were one huge one, and ten the size of marbles.
I dug most of the five rows, and got paid $50, $10 a row. That should be about three bags of horse food…
Anyway, I finished them in early evening, and then it was hurry, take a shower, fix dinner, and then go to guitar class, so Mom and I didn’t get them picked up that night. On Thursday morning before breakfast, we got the two “food” wheelbarrows and hurriedly picked up all the spuds before the rain came. We just got the last wheel borrow in the barn when it started to rain lightly.
Well, here’s the story. Yesterday morning, I took the harvesting basket out to the garden to cut the broccoli heads – mine and my mom’s row.
Most of the heads were just right, but some of them had been left too long, and now they were enormous, and starting to bloom. I was told that if I came to any of those, just to cut them off and set them in a nice, neat pile and they would be taken to the pigs the next time she (mom) walked by garden that day.
Okay, that would work. Naturally, the dogs went with me to help, and keep a weather eye on things. I found five or six of the above mentioned blooming heads, and set them in a pile.
I finished, whistled for the dogs, and carried the nearly heaping full basket back to the house with the dogs trotting ahead. A couple hours later, my mom and I happened to look out the kitchen window and see Trace carrying around his prize.
Logically, I grabbed the camera, ran outside and snapped pictures of Trace and huge broccoli head that he had stolen out of pile for the pigs, when we weren’t looking.