The wind's blowing, the relative humidity is around 10%, and the fire danger is extreme. Another typical drought day in the Hill Country... It is still beautiful here, though.
Mama Doe Lassie's mini-herd is following her up and down the hill, as she looks in the windows for a handout. Sorry, MDL, no handouts when the boys are around. Notch is entirely too brave. I expect he'll be one of the alpha bucks in a couple of years, and I don't want him standing on my porch with a full rack, leaving muzzle marks on the glass as he expects a handout. Nope, not feedin' the bucks, other than the mineral licks.
Speaking of which, as the deer lick the licks, they crumble into the stone dust (I won't dignify that stuff by calling it dirt). Seems a bit wasteful, so WLToo is building a little platform for them. Then the deer can lick the crumbles up, too.
The carrots may not sprout, after all. Oh, well, we have plenty more seed, and the plan was to plan every three weeks for a long term supply. We'll just have to wait longer for the first harvest. The radishes look wonderful, the onions are just barely beginning to peek through the dirt, the cabbages look good, but the cilantro and leeks are kinda puny. Yellow onions and potatoes are a long way from sprouting. This is a big experiment, anyway, to see what we can grow successfully in a keyhole garden. Watching WLToo watch the garden is very entertaining - he grew up in the big city, never had a real garden, so his fascination and delight is a joy to behold.
Spot went outside with me this morning, and promptly grabbed my pants leg. Play time commenced, with my shoe, ankle and pants leg the toys. Only after he got himself and my leg covered in dust, did he dash off after something only he could see. Later, he and Alex both strolled into the house, completely covered in dust. Of course, the Roomba had already swept the house, just in time for more dust to land everywhere. Sigh.
Time to wipe down where the boys have been. Later, y'all.
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." -- Mahatma Gandhi
Czarny, black cat
Rainbow Bridge: Spotacus, Alexander the Grrreat, and so very many more