Lightening, thunder, wind, and RAIN greeted us this morning in the Texas Panhandle. It has been so dry, the trees are bribing the dogs. Here in my little town we only average 21.16″ of rain annually. So far this year, we’ve received seven drops. Okay, maybe eight.
Technically, we’re in a drought. We haven’t been this dry since the 1960’s.
So every teensy, tiny little drop of rain helps. Even if it is a couple hundredths of an inch. My husband is still having to cake the cows, which has nothing to do with chocolate in case you’re wondering. Usually by this time of the year, they are able to graze, but since it hasn’t rained, the grass hasn’t grown. Something about that whole cause and effect thing.
Just so you can feel a tiny bit sorry for me, I’ll tell you how hard it is to go to work while it’s raining out here at “the Place”. I gather up my purse, my lunch, my phone, and my coffee cup and hit the door running. I don’t have a garage. Nor do I have an umbrella, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have a hand to hold it. So I must run to the car while the rain comes at me sideways pushed by gusty winds and plops in my coffee. I also don’t have a paved driveway, I have a dirt one. Nor do I have an electric gate opener. So my flipflops become soaked and muddy, and my clothes become wet, and my hair sticks to my head as I get out of the car to open the gate, step in a puddle, get back in the car, step in a puddle, drive through the gate, get back out of the car to close the gate, step in a puddle, get back in the car to head to work.
But I’m thankful for the rain. I’m not complaining. Really. Please don’t mistake this for complaining. It’s just something new I’ve had to learn since I was used to garages with openers and paved driveways. Ah, the country life.
Perhaps the rain is what brought a friend into my yard this evening. He’s from the reptile family, but don’t worry, it’s not a rattlesnake. You know, the first time I see a rattler in my yard, I’m liable to sieze up and piss myself. It was only a little turtle. I took a picture, but it wouldn’t load, so nevertheless you have to take my word for it.
The turtle fellow kinda caught me by surprise, nestled up against the chicken pen. He’s probably a harmless welfare case out begging for some free chicken scratch or something.
Actually I have no idea what turtles eat.
We found a turtle one time a couple of years ago and my niece Ashy tried to feed it some grass and leaves,
but it wasn’t having any part of that.
I guess it doesn’t matter what he eats, as long as it isn’t chicken, we’ll get along just fine.