A lot of my life at the farm revolves around tomatoes lately. Today I weeded in the hoop house, and that was rather warm. Other days I’ve been tying the tomato vines to various posts. Unwieldy things, they are. Tomatoes like to really scream their presence at you with their sharp smell and the green gunk they leave all over your skin and arms if you spend any amount of time pruning and pinning them and whatnot. A rather sensory experience.
Kittens are also a constant fixture on the farm. The adult cats make themselves a little more scarce; the friendliest ones — that I knew of, anyway — all have disappeared this year. It’s great being a barn cat, until you get eaten by a coyote, I guess. So all the rest of the cats hide, but the kittens are so tame and follow all the people around, it’s ridiculous. Let us have some gratuitous cat pictures.
I’m not sure what these cats are called, but they do all eventually get names.
And rounding out the pictures on my phone from the last couple days, this is what the sky looked like yesterday morning, before we finally got some rain. Behold the marvelous flat landscape.