Chance of precipitation: 0%. Insert sad face while praying for rain.
I usually spend time outside in the early morning hours tending to chickens, guineas, the garden, the yard, sneaking in a walk,and getting dinner together while DH works with his horses, shoes them, or rides. Our afternoons are often spent in the pickup checking waters, fence, cattle, and putting out mineral:
I think this girl has the right idea:
We stopped to fix some fence:
Although in all honesty, DH fixed fence and I took pictures and handed him tools:
More fence to fix...always more fence
I'm not strong enough to to get the wire tight enough. Note to self: eat more Wheaties.
I sure hate that he's having to do this when it's 103:
This is a never-ending job, but this is where we can often be found on many an afternoon:
I'm sure glad the days are getting shorter because by the time we pull back into headquarters, the sky looks like this and we're plumb tuckered out...and ready for fall. This summer heat wears this old body out: