Snapshots: So Long, Lambs

A. brought the four male lambs to the auction a couple of hours away. Our cowboys helped him load them into the cattle trailer.

Okay, so actually the sheepboys loaded them into the Ranger. (That dang-near man-sized child leaning so nonchalantly on the side of the truck is my tiny baby Cubby. Sniff.)

And speaking of that man-child, he and his dad made a forge out of rocks, mud, and a pipe. The pipe is attached to a hairdryer, which heats the forge in the same way hand-operated bellows used to do.

I do not recommend working a forge in full sun when it's 96 degrees out. I mean, unless you enjoy sweating your life away. Cubby seems to.

So far, he's made a flathead screwdriver out of an huge nail and a pair of tongs out of some scrap metal. Next up, a bit for Bill the Pony.

The older boys also made this rather elaborate castle out of mud. It's for their earplugs, naturally.

My garden has entered the domination stage.

These tomatoes are dominating the hollyhocks.

These Romas are trying to dominate A.'s giant climbing tomatoes on the fence.

And the calabaza, as always, is dominating everything.

And last, some walk photos from when I went a different direction.

Another neighboring windmill.

And the old schoolhouse in the first light of day.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.