The grain harvest is starting. I could tell by my itchy eyes. I could hear the combines.
I went to have a look see. Yup, whatever small grain was in that field across from our drive was being harvested by the corporate farmer.
They were creating quite a dust storm .
No wonder my eyes were itching, no wonder I felt itchy all over and a tad cranky. The grain dust..the dust on the road..and it all heads toward the house, even though we are hidden back here in the woods..that dust finds it’s way inside the house to languish on top of every surface.
This is the crop along the front driveway.
My Purple Coneflowers and the White Coneflower the one called White Swan ( I think). I planted this area about 12 years ago. They did really well this year. I even have a late blooming Monarda..that is a real pretty rose color. Too much Poison Ivy to get much closer. I hate Poison Ivy too..although I am all healed up..hopefully for the last time this year.
Someone asked the other day about Far Guys finger and how it was healing after he almost cut it off and then had corrective surgery to repair his botched self amputation.
So this is the finger report: He has been through two rounds of physical therapy, he has movement, but he cannot touch that finger to his palm. He can force it to touch, but it just won’t cooperate all by itself. His surgeon says it is scar tissue causing the problem and he can surgically repair it..Far Guy said “No way.” I think he should keep doing the deep massage and give it some time. I think that finger may also have some arthritis.. cause Far Guy isn’t getting any younger:)