Grover and his ladies are well stocked with range cubes. Brad picked up and delivered a ton of them, forty bags, yesterday afternoon. We are still waiting to hear more on the hay front, but I’m hopeful. Audrey still has three big round bales of hay left from last year and will need to begin feeding it soon. There are two tubs of molasses paid for and waiting to be picked up later this week and delivered to the farm as well. Any time we want we can stop by the feed store and pay up front for as many bags as we like and then pick them up as we choose. Nice! The store has a deal with the manufacturer and they get regular shipments so there will be no shortages. Audrey has plenty of room in the barn for a couple of tons, or more, of cubes so that isn’t a problem.
Yesterday I took some chicken out of the fridge that I had cooked in the crock pot a few days ago. I put a little too much garlic in the pot and it needed something to adjust the taste so I removed the chicken and put the onion, bell pepper, sliced garlic and the broth from the chicken aside to use in soup. Then I shredded the chicken and poured the last of my BBQ sauce over it and put it back in the fridge. We had some of it with left-over sweet corn and BBQ beans for dinner last night. I may have eaten a wee bit too much, but it was so good!
I have a saying: “If it has thorns, it grows in Texas.” This is from a Honeylocust tree and those thorns will puncture a tractor tire in a heartbeat. One of the things you have to be careful of when clearing brush and trees is to pay attention to what you are cutting down. When a twenty foot tall tree with thorns like this hits the ground you can end up with bits and pieces slung all around you. Good luck picking up all the pieces.
There are so many wonderful things about living in Texas. It’s like no other place on earth. The winters are rarely bad where we live. Summers can be brutal but that’s what A/C is for. We are fortunate to live in a rural area and have excellent neighbors. We have our own 600 yard rifle/pistol range. We live our lives the way we choose without anyone breathing down our necks telling us what we can and can’t do. We have a whole house generator so no worries about power outages. Life is good. We are Texans. We are survivors. Not victims.
It’s overcast again today, 70°, humid with no breeze to speak of. Good day to stay indoors. I have a headache coming on and don’t need to get out, even for a chiropractic adjustment. We’ve had breakfast, I’m finishing my mug of coffee, and might just go back to bed. I hate migraines. Normally I would go ahead and let Randy adjust my neck and spine and that would help get rid of the headache, but this one is starting out with nausea and it’s time to grab my Relief Band and stay put. Having a spinal adjustment just wouldn’t be the same if I barf all over the table. Just sayin…
Have a blessed day, ya’ll. This, too, shall pass.
Rural Texas Knitter 