Trust me, it’s not a “Ginger or Maryann?” kind of question. There’s a third alternative, some folks just a stone’s throw south of us call them Texas Tribbles.
I’m a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
Nights underneath the prairie moon,
I ride along and sing this tune.
In case you young’uns don’t recognize the lyrics, that’s the opening stanza from a Sons Of The Pioneers classic.
You may or may not recall a passing remark I made a few weeks ago about a fair breeze blowing and how it was a good opportunity to toss out a few tumbleweeds to let them move on down the road. I think I also mentioned that as soon as the wind turned, they’d probably be back.
Well, the wind turned, and they’re back, and they brought friends.
When I went out to the truck this morning, I got the impression that all of the tumbleweeds in the county came over for a party last night, passed out, and never left.
We had 50 mph (80.47 kph) winds yesterday evening. Not a hugely big wind, we see wind speeds like that on a regular basis – not bragging, it’s just a fact of life in this corner of Oklahoma (the land is very flat out here you know). But I have to say that it was an odd, swirly kind of wind that caromed off the eaves of the roof, hooted down the chimney, and apparently made it easy for the tumbleweeds to go airborne.
The donkeys don’t look too happy. It could be because of all of the tumbleweeds cluttering up their pasture, or it could be they’re hoping that tonight is the night for a ration of sweet feed. I know for a fact that there’s a fence lurking underneath all of the tumbleweeds piled up just behind them.
Our two yellow dogs trying to figure out what happened to the gate. They used to be able to squeeze right through, but tumbleweeds are terribly prickly, and that makes the gate an uncomfortable proposition.
[sigh]… Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us. There are far too many tumbleweeds to toss into the next high wind, so maybe I should change my name to woman-who-sets-fires? And maybe that sounded too much like something from a bad Kevin Costner movie, so I’ll come up with an alternative… later.