It was another beautiful morning. This is Fresh Bread Day at Bernard’s farm; I’m getting some focaccia.  Maria picked some beautiful tulips for me to take pictures of. I can never say enough how grateful I am to have her as a partner and lover in life.

I took my flower art photos earlier to catch the intense sun. Last night, Ian McRae came over to play chess with me; I won two games and lost one. It turns out Ian plays the guitar; he bought a new one yesterday.

He’d bring it to our chess match next week and will sing before that. I had no idea that he was also a musician, I’m glad he told me.

I’m enjoying the Beautiful Morning” series of photographs, thanks for the nice comments; I love that early walk around the farm at the beginning of the day; there is always something beautiful to photograph.

Donkey rebellion. They didn’t want to go to the back pasture; they wanted the North pasture. They stared at me, insisting I open the gate. I didn’t.  The sheep all went eagerly back there, but donkeys always have to decide.

This morning, there were three babies in the barn swallow nest. The one we tried to save died. It is a myth that the mother will reject birds placed in nests by human tough. That is entirely false in most cases.

We’ve lifted a new of new babies up into the last, the mothers have always taken care of them if they could.

Poppies blooming.

Garden bed.

Nistturtiums, rising up.

Pasture gate from the back porch.

Sunrise, dining room table.