Sunday, June 16, 2013
Please Be Seated
No other motorcycle has that deep, throaty rumble that identifies a Harley. I could hear Dave and his friend, Chainsaw (Jason), coming long before they got to my road. As they circled the drive, the flock of turkeys resting under the front oak slowly moved off, but gave Chainsaw's girlfriend Brandi, who was riding on the pillion, a sample of the wildlife here. It's always gratifying to hear the reactions when guests admire the views surrounding Farview. We spent a pleasant afternoon meal together before they rumbled off again.
Bess is overdue for a summer haircut. We've dealt with foxtails, the dagger-like seeds from the bracken, and the little Velcro burrs, but there is a new weed this year that is driving us both nutso. It weaves her fur into a mass that is darned near impossible to brush out. If she so much as steps off a path, it's there waiting and she comes back a total mess. Most of last evening was spent trying to make her comfortable.