While we complain about the record humidity and head for the beach, farmers are hard at work, cutting and baling hay.
The corn is working its way towards being as high as an elephant's eye.
And the only witnesses to my forays across the road and through grassy ditches, camera in hand are
these curious bovines.
This is the landscape I crave when I'm far from home, and every July I'm reminded why I've chosen to live here.