Dry spell

Northern Ireland has had a run of sunny, hot, dry days. I’ve been filling my water can and watering two small flower beds out front and potted plants in back. In Chester Springs, I would have filled many 5-gallon paint buckets, coolers, and any other container I could find, loaded up my Subaru, and driven all over 5 acres to water oaks, redbuds, dogwoods, and other trees I planted in the areas I reclaimed from invasive vines and bushes.

Carrying my watering can from the kitchen sink to the front door and to the back garden, say six times, made me wonder how on earth I kept so many things over such a great distance alive through a Pennsylvania summer.

I got home from London after midnight Saturday night and yesterday had energy to do nothing other than go to church. Today I finally got out to take advantage of the weather and I went for a bike ride.

Usually the fields are a patchwork of various shades of green and yellow (rapeseed). Today a lot of fields were ploughed. When the soil is wet (nothing is wet right now) it looks like fudge. Today more like powdered chocolate milk. Or maybe I have a one-track mind.
On my route there’s a dog agility course.

Also signs of horse agility:

I thought this horse jump (incorporated into a normal fence) looked like an old Irish cottage.
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