Keith is on his way home from Baltimore... via Dallas...and I am hurrying to finish things up for him.
It didn't help that our electricity went out for an hour this afternoon! I don't think the chuck roast in the crockpot has thoroughly cooked.
Here was how our storm looked last night. In the course of one hour, while I was doing chores, it dropped from 93 degrees to 73 degrees!
Then.. I finished chores on the run... and had to have some Kentucky Fried Chicken original style. Craving it.
I ran to the closest one, ten miles away.
Stupid, I know.
73 degrees. This was five miles away at Basehor. Scary.
Driving home was NOT fun. I was stupid to go out in it.
I sent this picture to the Kansas Native Plant Society today... It was returned by Mr. Jeff Hansen, who declared it to be American Bittersweet, and that I would have gorgeous berries once the yellow berries burst. I don't ever remember seeing this in our fenceline before, but I love it.
A rose, you ask?
No... fungi from the old black walnut. It shed a bunch of bark in the storm last night. Isn't it gorgeous?
What I saw when I looked out the window a couple of hours ago. The little girls rest on each other all the time. I checked on them frequently... Kelly was to their left, under a chair, chewing his cud.
They are in their pen now, since Keith should be home within an hour or so.
Even the Range joined us, and he is laying near the only branch that came down, despite almost 3 inches of rain!
Chore time calls....
Everyone have a great weekend!