Quite a bit of rain from the storm

Yesterday and last night Indiana suffered through some damaging severe thunderstorms. We were fortunate in that we suffered no damage, yet there was a very large tree down the block that blew over, fortunately missing any structure.

Our wheelbarrow was empty yesterday before the storms came through. This is what I found at 8 AM this morning.

Baseball size hail was reported (and photographed) near Indianapolis, and as of this morning there were still thousands of customers without power, and a few tornados reported as well. The good thing is that rain was needed. We officially recorded 3 inches, while some Southern Indiana counties recorded 7 + inches.

This mill opened in 1821

Red Mills was a functioning grist mill from 1821 until the early 1970’s. Located in Shelby County, Indiana, the mill operated on Sugar Creek north of the little town of Boggstown.

 

 

 

 

For decades the mill had been a magnet to artists who used the mill as the object of countless paintings, both oil and water color. Sher and I had enjoyed lunch at a restaurant in Greenwood, and on the way home decided to take a little drive through the country. The attached photos are the result.

The scale shed received and weighed all of the wagons of grain brought to the mill by the local farmers. Today you can get to Red Mills by exiting on London Road off I-74, (east of Indianapolis) then head south. Soon you will see a brand new bridge on your right. Continue south and about 100 yards later you will make a sharp right hand turn and be at the Red Mills.

Seen on a drive in the country

After lunch today Sher and I drove to a nearby winery to restock the fridge. After the winery stop we headed back home via country roads with little traffic and no construction. It was a hot and humid day, heat index in the 100 + range.

Wheat planted last fall, due for harvest late summer

A clever and patriotic use of tiles on a barn roof

This time of year there is not a lot of activity in the fields: crops are planted with most germinated and on their way. Newborn calves are growing as fast as the weeds in the fence rows. There still are things to see.