Work, work, work

We’ve been busy … way too busy for as hot as it’s been.  I’ve almost fainted several times from the heat.  It’s brutal out there.

Poor Wally was trimming the goats’ hooves yesterday.  It was early, but still awfully hot.  He was on the last goat, last hoof, when he cut his hand with the clippers.  It was a bad cut and bled heavily.  He almost fainted.  That was scary.

Tomorrow, I plan to take some pictures of the gardens and the beds we’ve finished … and … of my birthday present.

Until later …