Last look

Back to reality today, with a crash. I find the mean spirits have transcended to ludicrous, which I find preferable. But sorting out my pictures into coherent bits to spread over the week isn't a good idea, so stand back, here they are:

The weather was perfect. Two magnificent overnight storms, lightening, crashing thunder, rain pelting. It was still raining one morning for a couple of hours, so of course we went shopping.

Ann was out of bird seed and afraid her little friends had deserted her. Of course not; they even boosted her down the ladder. In addition to the nuthatch, the chickadees, and too many varieties of sparrow to note, I saw grosbeaks. We did not get an indigo bunting; they probably came the day I left.

This is wild geranium, and it has overtaken much of the yard and meadow. I took a turn on the mower (low gear and nothing requiring reverse, as I could not depress the brake enough to slow down enough to look down to find reverse!)

The swallows come out of the grainery when the mower starts, and accompany it on its rounds, dispensing with the bugs. Ann says they'll be leaving soon; among her first harbingers of winter.

A walk around the barn. Twenty years ago Pat intended to restore it. Ten years ago he planned to dismantle it and save the wood. Here is the silo, host to wild cucumber.

Look very close for light between the chinks of the last standing boards on the bank side of the barn.

This corner still stands, too.

An old souvenir.

The foundation.

Down on the lower end of the barn, a few uprights anticipating their fall.

At the grainery, Billy and Nanny consider getting up, but didn't.

A look at the creek on Ann's side of the road.

And on the other side. The creek is in one township on Ann's side, and another under the bridge and across the road.

The real front of Ann's house,

Waiting for Joe....