Gone With The Wind

Good Mornin'

Well, cool, still and sunny, so far; supposed ta blow again, but maybe not quite so hard as yesterday. See, if we can't make the "town run" today, where we did put it off yesterday and the winds supposed ta come on stronger again, tomorrow. And, for anybody still wonderin' if climate change is fact or fiction, smoke, grass already at seed, dry ponds and even southern colorado pullin' on water reserves, which used to rest into July might lend cause to get off the fence.

Did get to haul another tank a water, just 'fore dark; the bunch munchin' way out yonder, middle a things, out behind Orange Rock. Orange Rock is just a knoll, but right in the middle of this knoll in the middle, just about the high point, there's a large pumpkin size and colored rock; maybe two feet around. It's covered with some kinda lichen, makes it orange, but bright orange it is and far as I know, the only one on the whole place.

Anyway, the wind blowin' like it was and horses apt ta be kinda jumpy, affected as they are by changes and character of the air on any given day, they musta caught a whim, give it up, caught the wind and rode it on in for a drink; I was skimmin' the tank with an old piece a screen, backed up to the tank, fillin' it from the truck when a crack made me jump and look, and here they come, just like the wind. Wild and full of gust, circling the grove in a large arc, buckin' and prancin', tossin' their heads, windin' on in, like so many birds; dippin' their noses, then jumpin' and spinnin', like gobblin's were surely about. It mighta been the water, but part I think it was me; critters get all jumpy like that, seems they really like company, special, company ain't quite so infected.

Anyway, they all got a drink and dark comin' on, the wind easin' just slight and a little assured for company, a rub and a check on each one, they eased off munchin'. I moved the truck a bit, the water tank full, direction of their drift and stopped again, gather some old wood I'd seen and just ta linger among, just another few.

So curious, company; maybe all by ourselves, notions of doom and chaos take hold. Maybe together we remind each other how affection endures and the wild fires are gently contained; quenched with a drink.

Have a great day!

Best,