Guarding the garden

For those who have met him, you know that Tucker is not exactly the world's fiercest guard dog. Here he is in his usual spot, doing his usual thing.

He has become family and we love him, even when he sneaks in the sewing room and sleeps on the bed with my projects on it. He is not smart enough to smooth out the wrinkles he leaves behind. He is naughty but not devious.

We are left to guard the grapes ourselves. The farmer was studying "grape-ology" last night trying to find out how to concentrate the grape juice so we (he) can use it later for wine or jelly.

It's the sort of thing my mother would know. She is the ultimate resource of all things botanical. I wonder if someday people will come to me with questions only I can answer. Hmmm.

The farmer is combining wheat this week. I came home from work, quickly made supper, then went out to the field to ride around on the combine with him. Next time I will take the camera. Hooray for harvest!