Baby, the rain must fall.And it did, off and on for a week,
cooling things down and
bringing things back to life.
It's still muddy, but I needed to
groom the horses, paying special attention
to their mud-packed hooves.
What a mess.
I did the best I could, and
will do it again tomorrow,
including some ThrushX.
'shrooms everywhere
In the circle, the circle of life.
'shrooms growing in a decomposing
pile of poo
I saw quite a variety ...
... each one more interesting ...
... than the last.
This one looked like a big fat potato.
Rain always brings a kazillion of these —
fire ant mounds.
If there were one species I could
eradicate from the planet,
it would be fire ants.
Worthless, nasty little varmints.
I have several bites;
a real joy to deal with,
lemme tell you.
After the rain comes
outdoor housekeeping, like picking
up rocks brought to the surface.
All the trees have
piles like this at their bases.
Rock, rock til you drop.I did, BTW.
Never been rocked enough,
Never been rolled just right.
Long ago, these rocks
formed a solid layer.
The ridges on this one are telltale signs
that it was once under water.
This area was part of the inland sea.
The flat surface of the strata
is slick as hell, wet or dry.
The horses slip on them,
so I don't like to ride through them.
Some stick up just enough
to cause them to trip.
We call this the alley.
Mike said if I marked the trees,
he'd trim them so I can ride
through to the other side.
The dry creek bed flattens out just
beyond where you can see.
Tie an orange ribbon round the old oak tree.
And the cedars.
Anybody know what these are?
They look like miniature plums.
They're not juniper berries;
they're the size of large grapes.
I'm whupped.
Is it beer-thirty yet?
"Queen of the Rodeo" sign
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