Well, unlike the Cyrkle singing the old song, it’s not summer and there is no beach handy. However, Hubby and I had a very nice day.

Lounging  in  sweats most of the day, Hubby has made sure the TV stayed warm and the recliner did not levitate.

I was a bit more aggressive, had an idea for a sewing project, so I warmed up the sewing machine, cut fabric and listened to music while I ‘created’.

Early afternoon, we motivated, dressed and hiked out to the camera. The food plot looks almost as if a bush hog had been over it in spots. Turnip tops bit down to the ground, turnips pulled up and evidence is there on the camera.

So, a slow day on Sunrise Ridge, but a pleasant one. That is how it should be sometimes.