Meadow, Morning After

Here is our meadow, looking south-southeast, the morning after I bush-hogged it. In a few weeks there will be knee-high grass with patches of orange butterfly weed interspersed, shining like pennies in a wishing well.

I heard a meadowlark calling from the trees along the west border this morning. They like our meadow wide open and unbrushy. The bluebirds and tree swallows seem to be pleased, too.

Next tractor task: plowing and disking Julie's wildflower meadow. The hardest part will be getting the old three-point plow hitched onto the tractor. That's hernia work.