Farm girl antics...

Glorious weekend weather wise here...a bit on the chilly side, but perfect.
Jim made it home for a twenty hour lay over. Just enough time for me to make him a tasty, home cooked, supper and breakfast, do his laundry, pack up food and water for the week. He's on his way to Houston. Look out Holly...Texas has become a weekly trip!
(This majestic flowering crab is right outside our living room window!)

I packed up the corgi kids, went to our local hardware store and bought a light weight electric weed eater, luckily, on sale. Got my senior java, then set off to visit the sheep field. The herd of thirty or so were right up to fence, less than five feet away from the open car windows. They were enchanted/entranced by one calm corgi and one bouncing, yipping, frenetic female, Addie, not me! They don't blink, it's eerie...they just stare, twitching their tagged ears, en masse. Herd mentality is alive and well in sheep. If one runs, they all run. If one stares, they all stare.

Remember the old folks out for a Sunday drive when you were a kid sitting in the back seat, begging the old coots to hurry up and get to nowhere? Lordy...I've become one of them~the old coots, sigh.
I hunt for turtles on logs in swamps, Canadian geese, wild turkey...so many things trip my trigger these days. Today, it was a field stone hunt. The fields are getting plowed in these parts, unearthing these treasures. I keep gloves, buckets, a blanket in the trunk, and wear old shoes...all at the ready, for collection purposes. It's a spring thing...I love 'em...my brother loves 'em, we're just rock people...it's in the genes. Two hours after arriving home, the weed eater was totally broken in, and tired. Me too! Will share with you all tomorrow about my straw bale garden venture this year.

On another note, thank you to Dozer and Coop's mommy, I ordered the C.E.T.Xtra chews that clean teeth, as she recommended, and they are working out very well! The medicinal smell is high, so I banish them to the back yard when they do their chew therapy. Even then, the house smells like a vet's office, as it's on their front paws. I have high hopes for the outcome, and can tell that Addie is chewing away...a rare thing...so it's getting the job done!