Fragments From Floyd

Funny. I just looked up from my desk through the growing branches of the butterfly bush across to the pasture, to wonder how the baled hay had fared in last night's gulley washer. And it is all gone! Ronnie must have taken the day off and got it up during the day yesterday before we got home from work. There wasn't much of it this year, but it lends a Stonehenge kind of ambience to the valley, especially in the early mornings, giant monoliths of bound grasses and wildflowers.