Gosh, I wish I had time to publish a short post every day. Then you wouldn't have to wade through posts with random subjects like this. But part of the reason I write, is to keep track of what goes on around here. One of these days when someone asks, "What did ya'll do out there all the time?", I can direct them here or hand them the growing stack of blog books I have printed. :)
I hope everyone had a happy and safe 4th. I know it was a long weekend for most of ya'll. Around here, it's been business as usual. Leaks need fixing
troughs need cleaning out:
Gas wells need repairing:
Hay needs unloading: (This is an old picture)
Grass needs mowing:
Weeds need pulling:
Rain gauges need dumping
YAY! In June alone we had 2" here at the house. June is statistically our hottest, driest month so this has been a welcome change. Our west side hadn't caught any though. This place is pretty big so it's rare that all of it catches rain at the same time. July and August tend to be monsoon season. Here in the desert, monsoon season is a funny expression because there are years our annual rainfall has totaled 3". That makes for a rough year when you are trying to raise cattle on grass.
On Sunday we had a 20% chance of rain and we ended up with 0.9". A few weeks ago we had a 100% chance and got not a drop. Last night they forecasted 20% again and this morning we had another 1.0". Our radar looked like this at 1:30 this morning:
This time, most of the ranch got good and soaked, including the west end. There's no rain gauge there, but the dirt tanks that were dry, are now full! Catching dirt tank water is always a good thing.
Harvey and Skeet wore each other plumb out:
We had a quiet 4th. DH smoked ribs and we invited our North Camp fella over.
Soon plates were empty and tummies were full. D has been stranded for a few weeks because of this:
He was on his way to a wedding in Oklahoma the afternoon we finished working cattle and he called DH about 3 hours later. His transmission blew out about 90 miles from the ranch. So we hooked up to the flatbed, loaded the wench and headed out to rescue him:
Poor kid. We were all thankful that he even had service to call for help because this road is long and empty and phone service is spotty at best:
The bride wanted him there so she rented him a car and I took him to the airport in town the next morning. He has another wedding this weekend so DH will take him in to pick up his rental car in the morning.
I would do it, but my partner in all things quilting and I are escaping to a little town 75 miles away for some fabric therapy so stay tuned. I love this quilt shop and surely, we'll return with some goodies and inspiration to share.