Late summer is here. The lawn is brown and the Oaks are shedding some leaves. The brush in the woods is turning color. Typical for the dryness that usually happens in August.
The Shell River is down.
Hardly a trickle of water going through at the Dead Beaver Area.
Further upstream at the corner there is a little current around an island.
We need rain. The threat of forest fires will increase everyday without rain.
The wheat fields south of us have been harvested. Two combines made short work of those fields. The wind was out of the north one day, It was like driving through a dust storm. They moved on further up the prairie.
We have beans planted across from our mail box this year. The deer will move in soon, now that the peas have been harvested.
The crickets are making noise at night. A sure sign that it is the end of summer. Even if the days are hot, the nights are cool.
Far Guy had a little surprise flower that grew in his tomato bucket. We may eventually get some tomatoes:)