In South Dakota, you learn at an early age NOT to bitch about moisture. But enough is enough!! I need some sunshine. I need a dry day-several would be nice.
This is my driveway...
It is so damn green around here, it hurts your eyes.
Actually, I sort of dread it when it does stop raining and the sun starts shining. It is going to be nonstop mowing. Crap!! Right now the grass really isn't growing, but the damn weeds haven't stopped. I will be back to weed wacking in the pasture again too. Double Crap!!
Yesterday, I took the camera to mom's to take before and after pictures of the horse's feet. Ummm....some of them got just a little long. I forgot to put the rechargable batteries in the camera. So you will have to visualize the beauty of taking a size 2 back to a normal size 0. All of this moisture sure makes trimming easy. I seriously need to build some sort of tie rack that I can run water in and let the horses stand in mud for a couple of days before I trim for those dry, dry months. Trying to trim feet in August/September around here is like trying to chip cement off the sidewalk-ugghh.
My dear brother has been driving back and forth between the ranch and town this week. I don't envy him. There is no gravel on the last five miles of road and the old saying about our ranch is "when we get moisture, you are either in or out". My 3/4 ton would never make it-even in 4-wheel. It is simply too heavy. His 1/2 ton beater, rez-truck makes the trip as long as you never back off the gas. If you hit the brakes-you are finished-LOL. I have rode with him a couple of times in these situations and I cannot say that I considered it even remotely "fun". I am pretty sure my fingernails are still embedded in the dash.
Today he gave up and his wife had to walk in the last mile. She will stay there until we can come rescue her. Someone needs to be there to take care of horses in the corral.
I am thinking that a couple of dry days and it will be perfect to finish pounding fence posts. Oh fun. There are a lot of other things that I would rather do than build fence.
Red Dog is scared of the thunder and always squeezes between me and the wall when I am on the computer...
Sadly, the little chick did not make it. One minute he was fine, the next he was gone. Poor little guy.