Ellen has been resting most of the morning, sometimes sleeping, sometimes awake, on the back porch of our house. She is sleeping peacefully at the moment.
There are flowers blooming all around her, and dozens of birds making their various small bird noises.
Every few minutes there is a great whirring of wings. It is that time of the year when the red winged blackbirds are starting to form flocks. And great numbers of them will land in the patch of cattails behind our house and then take off with a great roar.
The hay is mostly cut in the fields.
In the hills there are small patches of yellow starting to appear in the aspen.
And the great cycle of life is turning.
Our love to you all.