Today, I had the itch for a Farm Journal taken in the afternoon at feeding time rather than in the morning. The photos speak for themselves. I added words when necessary.

Zip likes to lie in the garden and chew dry stems. I don’t want to know what he is rubbing off his teeth.

The geese nest in our swamp every year, and the male guards the nest even when the dogs come.

Maria has become an unofficial pond biologist; she knows every bug, worm, snail, and frog in the area.

Still life, I put some flowers down to the pasture on a fencepost.

It was a soft gray afternoon, cold but not too cold.

Maria sits with the sheep daily, talks to them when they eat, and sometimes closes her eyes. She is a mystic.