Grady Vaughn Foshee Fields

Welcome to the world!

So much for colder weather

When I looked at the weather for Wisconsin, highs were in the 80s, lows in the 50s and I happily packed my jacket. Then a heat wave followed me up here. Today was the last day of the workshop, and I took advantage of a loaner bike to head downtown and sweat off about 5 lbs. It was hot. But I wore my helmet anyway, safety first.

By then I had earned some liquid refreshment. Shown here, a beer called Spotted Cow made by New Glarus Brewing Co. Yum. Now it's time to go home, back to the heat.

Sequestered

For this workshop, they don't let us have much fun inside the Wingspread compound. But they did give us the gate codes, so we sneak out for exercise. Since it is my only time not talking science, I have been running both days. Otherwise, they might make me work MORE than they do already. Whatever gets me moving, I guess...

All I Need is...

is some chest hair. DAM rocks the 4th of July short coveralls in true Southern fashion.

Born in the Heat of July

Desmond turned one, ate some cake, and we braved the heat for a couple of hours to help him celebrate. DAM overheated and his parents doused him with water. He was unimpressed, but hopefully cooler.

Resistance is Futile

I inadvertently disturbed a birds nest, in an old bucket, but I replaced the whole kit in a plastic one, so I hope the mama comes back to sit on them. If not, I fill the bird feeder once a week and am convinced I am replacing the biomass I might have doomed.If only I could afford a gardener, I would happily enjoy the yard without the weeding, pruning, watering etc. But alas, this yard is determined to make a gardener out of me yet. And like with anything else, I fight it, but occasionally give in. I hope that the results of my labors will encourage me to get more interested, but only time will tell.

Bring on the Rain

the heat has been unbearable...

But people were up for a cookout on Monday, even agreed to eat outside. And then as we were dispersing and planning to regroup downtown for fireworks, the thunder and lightning started. And though this soothed my irrational fear of my neighbors burning down my house, it meant not nice weather for fireworks, which I hear went on despite the downpour.

This yard seems determined to make a gardener out of me, yet. If only I could afford to add one of those to my cadre of support staff.