Django eating thistles. The goats do eat thistles, but not with great enthusiasm and not nearly enough of them to make a dent in the great sea of thistles that covers 75% of my pasture.
The roses like the hot dry weather. They are blooming for the third time this year.
My plum tree is bearing. First year! I thought the plums would never get ripe, but finally they are turning purple.
Poppy is growing like a weed. She is taller than her mother already. She has learned to walk on a lead. She is the sweetest, most lovable pony! She runs up to me wherever I am and kisses me.