Stop and smell the lilacs.

While the retired-guy cut the grass, I stopped to smell the flowers.

There were three healthy bushes of lilacs; one a soft purple, a deep purple and a white.

The soft purple is at the gate to the property.

The darker purple and the white lilacs are along the front fence.

I just love these bushes.

And what a surprise to come across deer tracks next to the new well location.

Fresh deer tracks. I never imagined deer on this property as there is a house next door and a farm on the other side. I don't remember ever seeing a deer wandering around here; even as a child. I suppose they came from the back forty and like myself, decided to stay awhile.

It was perfect weather for working outside today.

We cleared a path to the back along the stone fence and dragged out some small dead trees. There were also dead vines, oddly located saplings and rocks to move.

The old tractor worked like a charm. The retired-guy made mention that he was six years older than the tractor but had much fewer lines on his face. Ha!

You could tell he was getting bored by this time.

That's better. Now I can see where the ground hog holes are.

And what did you do all morning while I was gone, Audrey?

"You were gone?"

hugs, Deb