That look...

So they look as if they have been riding with their heads out the window of a speeding car, yet they haven't stepped off the deck. The smells they must smell in these winds that travel miles to get to our place and pass through. I've read where a dog can breath in 100's of smells and individually pick them out, that is amazing!

What also amazes me is they can run through the yard and not once step on doo, but get human feet to walk across the yard to the gate and instantly a waft of doo rises. It's like tar, ya can't scrape the shoe across the grass expecting great things, it's in every crevice of the shoe bottom and it's nasty.

We have already sprayed Sevin around our perimeter and flower areas for the ever growing population of grasshoppers. I wonder if they aren't immune as we'll be spraying again soon and it may be another long Summer. Carlee, our hunter, pounces on them like a cat. I'm hoping the wind for the next several days blows them away, we don't wish them on anyone, but they need to go.

This wind drinks the water right out of the flowers, soon we'll go out and water what Buster hasn't covered. Stay cool, keep your pets shaded and watch for other dogs that might need help. Not all dogs are fortunate, it's up to us to help when other's won't.

Take care.

Lightning rods...

The first storm passed through about 7:15am, we had packed our vehicle ready for the Farmer's Market. Driving into town, clouds had gathered and unloading carrying rebar I said, "Nothing like carrying lightning rods in a thunderstorm." The light show started shortly thereafter. There's something about lightning under a metal tent top, with a metal chair and table. We wait for storms at home, but I just couldn't make myself stand underneath the tent, I went around the corner of a store front and stood under their metal awning moving slowly towards their door.

People asked if we weren't concerned about the weather, because they were. We nodded like bobbleheads. Soon the storm had passed and people were popping out of cars to purchase vendor products of leafy greens, artisan breads, grass fed beef and dog treats. The Saturday mornings are similar to family gatherings, smiles, samples and in good company.

Once again the rumblin is heard, the dogs lay close by and yard work is at a loss for the day. Time to close, stay safe and keep your dogs close.

Early morning...

Our morning began about 2am, Buster came in to let me know that he was about to be sick. Almost nothing wakes me quicker and moves me faster than a wretching dog, scooping him up and dashing him to the wood floor, it's just so much easier to clean than carpet.

I know I've mentioned it before, but the dogs just know when it's the weekend. Yes, I do think they can count and even tell time, we haven't used the wake up radio in months. Buster had a hankering for new grass, found some seeding buffalo and sampled and sampled and sampled a bit more.

We should be outside, but Sunday morning's are ours, we make a good wholesome breakfast (whole wheat/flax pancakes) have coffee on the deck and watch Sunday Morning with Charles narrating to us.

I purchased a lovely goat soap from Dakotagoats yesterday at the Farmer's Market and it is wonderful. Each time I stopped for a quick break from mowing yesterday, I felt I needed to wash my hands just to use it, it is silky smooth and you need to purchase your own bar or bars, give to your friends. Deb will tell you all about it, the minerals, vitamins and she has samples, to smell and use.

Clouds and blue sky greet our day, little wind blowing our prairie grass and it's time for a r-i-d-e (did I mention they can spell too) as soon as I touch the closet door, they act like pups. On that note, enjoy today, get out in it and spend time with your family.

Off we go!

Hunker down...

If it was possible for the dogs to get any closer to a human body during the hailstorm, they would've been behind us. Their frantic shaking shook them nearly off the floor and into laps. Marble sized hail did minimal damage to our home, the major hit were screen's on SW window's and of course the logs of our cabin look like that of a golf ball intensified.

Hearing the last ping's of hail, dashing outside to see the size, it lined the bottom of our fence and indeed we found marbles of ice and a beautiful rainbow stretched across a dark blue sky, very vibrant and then in an instant lightning scrittered across the entire middle, I grabbed Buster and back inside we went.

We've just closed all our windows as the temp inside is the same as out. Tomorrow we'll bake treats and they'll be ready for next week's farmer's market. Praying for better weather next week, the sun certainly would be nice to see.

Enjoy your week!

Storm brewing...

Our next rain shower is about to cross the river. We cannot see river water from where we live, but we do see the first storms that come across and we can see rain falling from the clouds knowing it'll soon be here. Putting away shovels for the time being of transplanting flowers until tonite or early morning. The dogs have been napping in the sun, on the deck feeling the breeze in "surround". One of their favorite things to do besides being so interested while we pot plants or cut wood for fixing gates.

Our Memorial Day flowers line our sidewalk and Buster loves smelling flowers, I've not known a dog to just smell and not taste. Trying to catch on film, I cannot seem to be in the right place at the right time. Vendoring at the Farmer's Market this morning, thankful the heavy rains had passed, but the wind made up for it. Saw many smiling, familiar and laughing faces. The market for us is a Saturday morning family, we miss it when we're not there, but our home will be a bit more comfy come Winter.

Look up, enjoy the sun, blue skies and scattered clouds. Besides, you won't see the shadows of a long day either. Take care, enjoy life!