We had foolishly promised Harry that we would take him to visit some three week old piglets...by 8am he was at the back door, washed, dressed, ready. We were bleary eyed and sleepy. However, a promise is a promise. We leapt into action and whisked him away to see these little beauties and their cousins.
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|The combine harvester as it passes the polytunnel.|
Harry was delighted to see it close-up.
Alas, for Harry, all too soon his mama was calling for him to get ready to attend a christening party.
I didn't get to see the washed, brushed and changed Harry, but Davina did bring Francesca over just before they left.
I love the deep, rich colours, the textures of the stubble and the un-harvested barley.
|'Our' barley field after the first few sweep of the combine harvester.|
The sun has been beating down on the garden, summer condensed into just a few days of heat and sunshine - as so often happens when the schools go back after the long summer holiday.
The garden has been filled with beautiful glints of silver and bronze as numerous dragonflies dart hither and thither around the place.
|This is the bronze beauty.|
|This one looks as though it would be happy to gossip|
all day long.
This one makes me smile, it has such a comic face.
There is one bronze beauty who was very camera shy, although I did managed a couple of quick photographs of it.
|A little fairy (with a back-pack).|
|I love those silvery, delicate wings.|
I think they sometimes look like tiny fairies, as they flit about....oh dear, I have been out too long in that hot sun, haven't I?
I'll go and lie down with a cold flannel on my head.