Here’s to making hay while the sun shines. And to those who work with their hands and hearts. And for our friends (and my sweet hubby) who toiled for three days in the intense summer heat to cut, bale, stack and haul 704 square bales–about 30,000 lbs.–of big, beautiful, healthy grass. So thankful for their labor these last few days…and feeling grateful to Mother Nature…and to the late Colonel ‘Red’ Tutwiler, who planned and built this special place nearly 50 years ago. We are merely its keepers for the time being and feel blessed to be so.
Whan the sunne shinth make hay. Whiche is to say. Take time whan time cometh, lest time steale away.
It’s one of our favorite times of the season, when a farmer from Chilton County, the “peach capital” of Alabama, drives upstate with a truckload of peaches and sets up shop in the town square. As soon as we see him, we make a mad dash for his truck to nab a basket of these beauties, because we now know they’ll be gone quick!
What’s summer in the country without a good ole fashioned swimming hole? Our neighbor Megan, who grew up around here and knows these woods like the back of her hand, has been telling us about a secret swimming hole she found while wading the Tallaseehatchee, which borders the back of the property. A couple of weeks ago she took us there and, despite the chilly, spring-fed water, we all dove right in — dogs included!