The long-awaited Summertime has arrived.
The rains, which have fallen here, but not excessively, means the grass is green and growing.
At first I though that the girls were afraid of me and going to find their calves.
But they came in my general direction, as if they were curious and happy to have a visitor. They may smell good things in the breeze and think I am the bearer of refreshments.
It is hard to see, but there is a meadowlark on the wooden fencepost in the middle of the photo. He was singing his heart out as I approached the fence. Is there a sweeter sound on earth than that of a meadowlark song?
In a field nearby, haying has begun.
The beautiful purple flowers in the alfalfa stood out on the lush green bed of leaves and stem.
It is a thick stand of alfalfa. It will cure and dry in the field for a few days or more. The length of time depends on the wind and humidity. Then the crop will be raked and baled.
Grandpa Sonny was mowing the field.
He took a short break and commented on how heavy the stand is.
The cows will need to eat every day next Winter, as well.
The pastures will be frozen over like everything else.
So Grandpa Sonny is making hay in GriggsDakota.