Progress isn't always pretty

So, first thing this morning I got begrudging help peeling apples for a batch of apple pie filling. It's supposed to sit and create juices overnight before canning; doing it first thing this morning meant that I could get it canned this evening – ✅.

Next it was time to 'tutor' Chuckie, which didn't go as smoothly as everyone involved would have liked. Let's just say that it's been a long, miserable day for kitty, but we think he'll make it. Our tackroom will probably never be the same again, though. (I decided to spare you the photo I took of the bloody mess. 😳)

After that Rick picked up Brian, we got the camper off the pickup, Rick finished mowing the upper pasture and cleaned up a bunch of clutter beside the garage while I did laundry and dishes, and I exercised Lance. The teenager settled right back into his habitual recalcitrant attitude, more fun than a barrel of monkeys (not).

So progress has been made in spite of ourselves, and to reward you for enduring the report, I'll share the photos of the sky I took on September 7, in the order I took them. It was a spectacular show!

That's all for today (and the 7th) from . . .