Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Heat Wave Broken
We are behind in documenting our visits.
Today, after nearly 2 weeks solid of 100+ temperatures, a storm front delivered a little moisture and significantly cooler weather. We brought our friend Brian, a seminarian who will be a deacon in May (hooray!) to the land. The cooler weather provided a startling contrast to our other visits this summer. No one poured sweat, Q didn't cry in protest that he was too hot, and we could all hike a bit.
Six Penny Pond and the cat-tail watering hole were both dry, with deep cracks perforating the ground. With Six Penny Pond dry, it is easier to see and remove the rusting metal (no, it was Sunday, so we simply talked about it). James shot at the rats that live in the metal.
The trees we planted in the spring are, for the most part, surviving the recent drought. Most still have plenty of green on them, and while there are some dead ones, we are pleasantly surprised by our better-than-average survival rate.
As our house is still not ready to put on the market, we continue to paint and pray and plan.
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
Today, after nearly 2 weeks solid of 100+ temperatures, a storm front delivered a little moisture and significantly cooler weather. We brought our friend Brian, a seminarian who will be a deacon in May (hooray!) to the land. The cooler weather provided a startling contrast to our other visits this summer. No one poured sweat, Q didn't cry in protest that he was too hot, and we could all hike a bit.
Six Penny Pond and the cat-tail watering hole were both dry, with deep cracks perforating the ground. With Six Penny Pond dry, it is easier to see and remove the rusting metal (no, it was Sunday, so we simply talked about it). James shot at the rats that live in the metal.
The trees we planted in the spring are, for the most part, surviving the recent drought. Most still have plenty of green on them, and while there are some dead ones, we are pleasantly surprised by our better-than-average survival rate.
As our house is still not ready to put on the market, we continue to paint and pray and plan.
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
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