Nature is Never Spent

I've been at the Farm this week, and the pasture is just about ready for making hay. The grasses are up to my waist and their gray-green seed tops ripple in the wind like ocean waves. The clovers, three kinds (purple, white, black medic with little yellow flower bunches) are thick and nutritious. And there are lots of other tender, persistent plants among the grass.



( And the flowers )