After the wonderful rain last week, the weekend was sunny and beautiful.
Friday afternoon, I spent a lot of time in the garden weeding. This included removing some plants that had ventured beyond their designated space. These were potted or bagged for my mom's garden.
Saturday morning, my wonderful husband and I loaded up our bikes and traveled to my parents' farm. My mom is recovering well from her back surgery last August and her hip replacement last November. She is able to do many activities again, but getting down to plant is not one of them. My dad is putting in the vegetables. He already has potatoes, peas, radishes, kohlrabi and onions planted. The rain blessed their garden as well. My dad has also planted a number of evergreen trees this spring. I find it inspiring that my 84 year old father continues to plant trees. I planted hens and chicks, daffodils, daisies, primrose, asters, wild snapdragon and bouncing betties from my garden in Mom's flower beds. These should give her some easy color this year.
WH and I found some time to ride our bikes on the country roads. One of my parents' fields is on the right hand side in this photo of me. The lush green is hard red winter wheat. It is planted in the fall, sprouts, hopes for moisture through the winter, grows in the spring rains hoping not to be nipped by a late freeze as it creates seed heads, matures in the early summer, can be destroyed by hail before harvest; but if everything goes well, will be a beautiful golden sea harvested in late June/early July. My parents are retired from farming and rent their property out to other farmers receiving a portion of the crop as payment.
Here is an example of our wide open farm country.
While it is generally level, there are some hills. This is WH zooming down one. He likes to use the hill to aid his pedaling to go as fast as possible. I prefer to coast going down hill and enjoy the easy ride.
There are small cemeteries among the fields. We like to stop and visit them if we have time.
It is sad to see the stones not holding up and no one left to care for them. The latest headstone we found in this cemetery was from 1918. Most were from the 1880s. There are treasures in these old cemeteries that you will not see from the road.
Treasures like these tiny irises blooming on some of the graves in this cemetery. I wonder how many years they have been blooming here with no caretaker.
I also stopped to take photos of this amazing grass. I was surprised that the seed heads still looked so nice from last year.
I hope you enjoyed our little trek off Sherlock Street.
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