This is not a naked mole rat, as my niece suggested, but just one of the many huge sweet potatoes I harvested this week.
Bob finally made a fourth cutting of alfalfa. It was ready a month ago, but August was too wet.
Warren loaded the elevator.
Bob was waiting in the hot hayloft.
Here comes another load.
My late summer flowers.
Mickey is sniffing around the old root cellar. We need a new door to keep out snakes and varmints. I have potatoes to store down there, but am afraid to open the door.