
I had forgotten about west Texas and tumbleweeds. The wind is virtually constant and the plants are everywhere so when you aren't seeing one lumbering by like some dried out, organic jogger, then they are seen like these, biding their time waiting for the next gust.

Matt brought his tractor over yesterday and plowed the back yard. It had been in pretty sad shape but now it is freshly dug and ready for the flowerbeds and grass seed.