Six Meadow Farm sits in the middle of south Texas farmland. Planting corn has begun in the surrounding fields. On warm spring days, a constant across my front porch is the pounding wind. It has been dry and dust blows up in funnel clouds.
Lauren and Megan are still enjoying their spring break extravaganza. So far, been to the Houston Rodeo twice, spent a few days in Galveston (which neither girl knew was an island-embarrassing I know) and now are off for the weekend at a place called ‘Mud Buddies’ to play on four wheelers.
Jordyn has gone home. I took Lula, the dachshund, to the nursing home to visit mom. Mom could care less about the dog but was happy to see me. I have been to Wal-Mart. Groomed Bruno and Kid. Even got new books at the library. Yes, people still check out books.
So, what is left for me to do is outside. I need to work on my flower beds. I need to spread some grass seed in Bruno’s paddock so he will have lush fields when he finally goes out. But the wind is gusting over 35 miles per hour and I just don’t want to.
I think I will hang out in my room with my dogs until it is time to feed dinner. Some days are just meant to be like that. I will blame it on the wind.