A Walk in the Pasture

Yesterday, we took the dog pack and went for a walk in the pasture. Most of the plants were hit by the hard frost a couple of weeks ago, but this Bull Thistle was still green and gorgeous.

It had lots of buds that will probably not get a chance to fully flower as we continue to more into fall.

Sister Sherry seems to go nowhere without a shovel in her hand. During the spring and summer months, she keeps a wary eye out for rattlesnakes, now she was digging up small bull thistle starts wherever she spotted them.

The dog pack started out running way ahead of us. But by the time we turned back, they were sticking pretty close. We kept counting to make sure we had all six. Sherry wouldn't worry so much if it were just her dogs, but Ranger, one of the visitors, had not been out in the big pasture before.

The dogs were pooped when we got back -- and so were Sherry and I! We all took a nap before we went out to the pool for a swim. It had to be a short one as we wanted to watch the first game of the World Series. Forry is rooting for the Giants, while I want the Rangers to win. We had season tickets when we lived in Spokane for our local Spokane Indians team, which is a farm club for Texas. There were several players I saw last night who had started out in Spokane.