taking a deep breath

All the hot weather we had last week brought out butterflies and moths.  I found this one on our back wall all by itself coming out of the cocoon.

Even the chickens were trying to find refuge from the heat.   Apparently they don't know they belong ON the table!

Thankfully we helped put up hay the end of last week before the weather changed.  Someone was happy.  She got to pull the truck around to the other driveway.   Harleys and trucks.  I think we may have a problem arising....

I'm glad we had her here to help because the next day she left with Mom and Dad to head to Florida.  They closed the deal on the house and now have to set up before winter.  She'll be gone for three weeks!

Back on Saturday,  we had quite a bit of rain fall.  It wasn't bad and we were thinking maybe we would get by unscathed.  Then we went out and got as far as the black top to see this coming at us.  It was so bad at one point you could hardly see out the window.

coming out the other side, I turned around and took this picture of the dark clouds that had passed over us.  Later we learned that they had down bursts south east of us.  We did escape any thing as far as that goes.  No down trees!

The rain didn't hinder the practice for the cowboy race Sunday over the line.   We helped load up the equipment and hauled it over to set up.  Quite a few from OHC  showed up this time and they practiced for a few hours.  Everyone stayed on and no mishaps.  Even throught the swinging tubes!

 

From today on it can only get better.   Yesterday was not a good day.  A day that you wish you could skip before it even starts.   A prolonging of  a decision finallly came to a close yesterday as in the afternoon the vet came to put down Methias. His navicular had become worse and the strain had put a bowing on his front leg.  I hadn't been able to ride him in a very long time. It got to be where he couldn't be even a pasture horse anymore.  It just wouldn't be fair.   We sent Jess off to work with the neighbor for the afternoon while she was here.   Darn horse wouldn't stand  and took off across the pasture into the barn.  They had to go get him and  he still wouldn't stand for her to put him down, so she ended up 'cowboy-ing" it with Tom's .22.  I went in and sat by my wonderfully loud sweeper and cried  while they were out there.   Just can't take that. I am a coward, I guess.  But what is done is done and now we move on.

more than enough to relive  this morning.