I love the wild flowers that grow in the fields this time of year. When the grass is mowed there will be no more flowers. I'm enjoying the beauty on our daily walks before they disappear. The weather the last day or so is gorgeous. Some people are cutting hay, but I'm suspicious. It still does not seem hot enough. I notice muddy ruts in the ground where farmers are driving tractors over the wet fields in that desperate attempt to get some hay in. I'll be thrilled when the real hot weather hits and Julia's crew can come in and do my fields. In the meantime, I'll enjoy the flowers.