All Boots

All talk, no action.  All show, no go.  All boots, no cattle.  Nature pulled a good bluff yesterday.  The wind blew, the clouds came over, but these few pitiful droplets were all the storm she could manage.  She probably (and hopefully) used up her energy on the last ones that came through.  That's undoubtedly wishful thinking on my part, but one can hope.

Nice as it was, the trip to town took the starch out of me as always and it was a cold, cold day so I did absolutely nothing after barn chores.  I'm the one with no action.