The Cosmos are unbelievable and the tall multiple spikes of Mullein .. with long dark brown stems making seeds and Johnny Catchups just in bloom .. I pick four blooms and put them in my tea then eat them .. fresh green tea taste and my nose is clear .. the single bloom rose bushes either side of my front steps have reached through the rails with huge sprays of flowers .. and my Manx is swatting grasshoppers off of them.
The honey suckle is finally recovered from a late frost and blooming like mad .. a long stream of rain clouds are streaming up from the South and the drops are hitting the roof and the hay tarp.
The last water of the year is running down the corrugates in the horse field and huge corn choppers have been busy on a seven pivot dairy field .. blowing long green streams into the waiting trucks.
My hatch of pheasants are so big and when I accidentally jump them .. their whir is shocking as eight take to the air. It will be hunting season soon and they are protected here .. no hunting.
And then the pinks and reds of early morning with a cup of coffee and watching the soon to be covered peaks of the Lost River Range come into view. Occasionally when snow covered and the evening sun hits them just right .. it looks like gaudy red lip stick has been liberally smeared on them .. unforgettable.
If you get too far from the stone age .. things go haywire.
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