We awoke early, since the sun was up and the wind plowing through Ursula. I took my coffee over to check out the pond, and my brand-new summer cowboy hat flew into the water. Conveniently, there was a large stick nearby, so I fished it back out. I think it's fine.
|Here's Ursula, framed by thistles growing on the dam for the pond.|
|Thistles were everywhere, and lots of thistle seed was flying around in the big winds.|
|Here's what I think is Monarch caterpillar. Someone will correct me if I am not right.|
|OK, one ditch picture.|
|Right now is the lovely part of the year when the prickly pear cactus bloom.|
|Prickly pear blossom.|
|A marker. This is the one marking the intersection of pasture and woods, and which part will be ours and which stays part of Wild Type Ranch.|
|This is the marker at the far other end of the property, a bit more than a half mile away.|
|Woman sitting in her field. I hid my hair from the wind, though the hat kept blowing off.|
|I mostly wanted a photo of a man outstanding in his field. Technically, I think that's some of each of our hay fields. Check out the wind damage to Lee's hair.|
|What's that black dot in the center right? Yep, turtle.|
|This is our pond. Tiny but lovely.|
|Little pond and Hilda|
|Where I shall place a hammock.|
We'd hoped to do some labyrinth planning (me and Sara), but she and her kids were on a new house organizational kick, so we didn't. After all our surveying, Lee and I rested, I knitted, and I took more pictures.
|I think perhaps this river willow's been down a while. There is a pretty large cactus growing in it!|
We all went out to eat in Cameron's finest Mexican restaurant (and the one closest to the ranch site). We came back and fed the fish in the pond/tank that they'd had stocked. You could see lots of fishie evidence there, plus a good number of turtles. It sure will be fun for them to look at that action from their house, and to go fishing when the fish grow! After that, we talked over wine, making plans and analyzing life's important events. Sara's son asked her if we were going to be "real neighbors," like eat meals together and do craft activities. We assured him we would be! We have the land survey back, and are now just waiting for some water survey to get done before we can finally be genuine ranch property owners.
We now have two potential ranch names:
- Hermit's Rest Ranch: This is because Lee has been "The Hermit" for many years. It's his favorite tarot card, and we ARE getting this property so we can go hide from all the ickiness in the world right now.
- Walker's Bend Ranch: This is because Walker's Creek runs through the property (it was also the name of a former settlement where we are), and our part includes a bend in the creek, mainly because I want to explore and mess around there.
I guess I need to do a Facebook poll or mull it over more. I like different things about each name. And I like these better than just our names or initials--more cryptic.
Here's more on Walker's Creek, from the sign at Walker's Creek Cemetery just down the road.
|This old cemetery is nicely kept, and just down the road from the ranch.|
|Declan took this picture mainly to get the butterfly.|
|Here's the history of the area where our ranch property is located.|
This morning we were up early for us, because I was supposed to sing "The Rainbow Connection" at church. Did you know that once you learn all the words to that song it will NOT go away? Yes, it's still playing in my head. On our way out, I had Lee turn left at the wrong place, and we went down a really pretty road, but not one that leads to Cedar Park, Texas, where Live Oak UU Church happens to be. It took quite a few miles until we found a suitable-looking road to turn around in, and THAT road ended up being a very narrow dirt road that dead-ended at a gated entrance...but there was enough space to turn Ursula around. The GPS was helpfully suggesting we turn at all sorts of "county roads" that actually were entrances to fields, or nothing at all.
Because of the adventure (it actually was pretty fun), we couldn't drop Ursula off and take my car. Lee dropped me off at the side of the road, and I got in just in the nick of time to sing in the offertory. Whew. Luckily our old soprano had showed up to church to see her son play at the end of the service, so I had a backup person. Whew. In good news, though, I missed the opening hymn, which is my least favorite but a big favorite of the minister who was preaching today. When our ministers go on their separate journeys at the end of the month, I will miss many things about them, but not having to sing "Inch by inch, row by row, gonna watch my garden grow."
Well, that's it for this blog. Stay tuned for more next week, as I believe another visit with Oscar the Donkey is in order.