Today was the first day of the last week of school for Brian. All three of us are stressed and weary, 'thanks' to an avalanche of missing assignments and falling grades compounded by deception. Only one of us could have prevented this; the other two are hoping some lessons have been learned, albeit the hard way. Still, this first day of June provided a soft start to a final week of cramming and late nights. The morning clouds on my way to work were incredible:
Work didn't take all my available time, so I was able to go to my favorite supplier of vegetable starts and seeds and stock up (the onions and kale in front were leftovers gifted to us from others). Yes; Rick finally got our garden plot prepped!!!
I turned the ewes and lambs out this afternoon and although I now need to go over all 12 to check for foxtail awns, I got some really cute photos when Brigitte (foxtail awn hanging from her belly) escaped into the yard.
(He's still guilty as charged in the first paragraph, but he can't be ALL bad if he cuddles lambs, right?)
The evening clouds were pretty, too:
And each black hen produced an egg today:
(The Speckled Sussex is seven years old; no expectations there.)
Thankful for every good thing at . . .
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