News flash.
It's hot.
Summer is about here but early.
We had our Frio river trip early, so that kinda deflates those dreams I have on a hot
summer day when me and Pancho are packing herbicide backpacks walking up and
down the hills spraying mesquites, the endless summer war we wage.
Goes with the territory. I guess. I try to arrange hot jobs like that to be done by the heat of the day, but of course sometimes we just have to suck it up and get the job done.
Until we get some decent rain, hay will have to wait. So we are battling the weeds and mesquite trees until our hay (hopefully) greens up.
Pray for rain!
