Sunday, June 5, 2011
There was no dodging the rain bullet yesterday. It poured most of the day. I'm pretty darned tired of pants wet to the knee from slogging through calf-high unmown weeds on the way down to the barn. When it finally let up in the late afternoon, Bess and I ran outside like kids let out of school. Too wet still to do much else, I started weeding the front walkway. Weeds. Weeds everywhere. Shaking mud left and right, I got one side done before Bessie said it was time to call it quits. When she's had enough, she lies down right in front of me and won't budge. Bessie Anne knows best.