erratic truthful thoughts... right, Nancy @ aRuralJournal?

 #1. I have been replaced by muskmelons. 

This man here has been lovingly tending his melons all summer long... 

on what is called "sally's patch".  

Sally the pony grows good melons. who knew?

see how he holds them?

im jealous.

#2. this is a tiger salamander. 

Mr. Foresterman came running up the hill to tell me to get my camera, 

as there is a salamander down below near the pumpkin patch.

I get my camera,

and find this little guy saunter towards me.

he has something to show me.

oh. 

how nice.

no, i wont help you with that worm stuck in your mouth.

gives new meaning to "biting off more then you can chew".

but the real reason 

Mr. Foresterman called me down here

was this -

#3. aphids.

Mr. foresterman has been getting so sneaky good at subversively 

getting me to help him tend his melons, 

that its almost sinful.

"come down and see the salamander" he says.

"take pictures" he says.

"Oh by the way, since your camera is out..." He says

 "could you take some pictures of these bugs btw? I want to identify them" he says

here they are forming the letter "S" & "O"

and now "L"

SOL.

s.o.l.

...

...

oh. 

these little buggars are 

so stinkin' right.

because do i get a ride back up to the house?

no. 

the pumpkin does.

with its seatbelt on.

yes, i am resentful

of 

anything 

round and melony,

right now.

 but thats okay,

because due to

#4. "the new driveway"

All these plants will be destroyed in two days.

and I will laugh out loud "HA HA" 

at them on the hill

shaking my tiny fist in the air..

The fire remnants of ash and dead trees and ick

washed out our old driveway, 

so we are having nice Johnny come and rip it all apart 

with big machinery 

and he will make it pretty.

or pretty functional,

or both.

but it will feel good to watch those plants that thought they had my husband's heart

be crushed over and over again.

yes, i will hold the box of kleenex for mr. foresterman.

im not that cruel.

#5. I grew mums without realizing it.

this is a miracle.

take it as an erratic truthful miracle...

#6 cant stop now, were on a roll.

School started in Powder River county.

You can tell whose child is still under the driving age,

by what mode of transportation they park out by the road.

We have looooooooong driveways out here.

but i bet those kids have really strong legs to pedal fast...

#7. I love sweat stains that are even.

Horsepeople will know what im talking about.

Today we go to see him again; hes getting his feet trimmed by a farrier whose into angles.

this is a good thing.

if he trims well and sound,

then next week for a prepurchase exam.

if that goes well...

well...

there will be one more member of the homestead here.

;)

edited: farrier trip went well.

onto Friday the 13th...

i think this is gonna happen!

~

AND all because 

i love her!

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