Not feeling up to traveling today, read simply didn’t want to, I decided to inventory the Republican wanabee’s and maybe take a few pictures.
The wannabe’s were too numerous, and, quite frankly, more were all over TV declaring. The latest is the fellow from Texas. It takes a Texan an amount of time doesn’t it, just to say Howdy.
Then I thought I’d step out back and take a picture of the calves, or some of them. They were suppose to be garbaging up on range cubes.
They weren’t. They were in the tall grass on the other side the creek – over there somewhere. It is getting hot.
Not to be put off by cattle, I thought I’d check those miniature dwarf fruit trees I planted four year ago and promised the village council wouldn’t over hang the main road.
And which I’m still wondering if I can fulfill that promise:
That’s a Dwarf Pear. Uh Uh. The others are lined up behind this one, just to the left of the fence. Another pear, two apple.
The tree’s give decent fruit. I like the pear the best.
And, Yeah, I do mow all of that stuff. Finished yesterday in this area. Last week that barr ditch on the left was over the road. It comes down to the bridge (huge culvert) out front. You’re looking West, that building up there is outside the village limits.
They are renovating it to be a green grocers, farmers market come summer. Well, later this summer.
I even took some pictures of the ball field and the batting cage – being as how Dog and the calves weren’t interested in showing their faces.
From the reaches,