Many people complain of the heat, "The Dog Days", but Ms. SpoolTeacher loves the Desert. There are plenty enough cold days, many more than she likes and far too little sunlight, (which turn her into a sloth) during Winter.
Long warm days and lots of dirt. Sweat? It works like an evaporator cooler if you sit in front of a fan.
Today she didn't have any jobs outside of what she had on her home agenda:
Dishes, laundry, reorganizing the garage (yes, still) and of course, watering the life sitting out under the blazing sun.
Something keeps chomping things off at their feet, but she can't catch them in the act. So she is trying to devise critter frustration devices, which aren't working very well.
Out in the back against the retaining wall, she had planted some cantaloupe seeds from the batch she had scooped out and dried from one she had previously eaten. When they didn't seem to want to come up, she planted sunflowers instead. Up the sunflowers popped in no time, but along with a little corner full of cantaloupe sprouts that had either flowed in the water or been dug down to the end when she scrapped the dirt to plant the flower seeds. The corner was packed with cantaloupe leaves.
What to do. She had planted cantaloupe everywhere in the yard to see where they might like to be. Apparently they like anywhere.
This is her first year of taking food gardening seriously. It's all a learning curve.
Little Red-Haired Girl went out with her to water the rest of the gardens on all three sides of the house. One side runs along the road and she gets up on the fence wall to hang over with the hose to water the plants she has put in the parkway there. She was hanging over feeling the cool spray of the water and looking down to inspect the condition of the life below when two little baby quail ran along where she was watering. They were so tiny and cute. Itty bitty things. They looked like they were lost. She expected to see a bunch more follow them and the parents show up at some point running their little chicks; but just the two ran by, each taking a turn at being ahead of the other.
All of a sudden, she took off like a bat out of h. e. double l... and Ms. SpoolTeacher suddenly thought of those little baby
By some stroke of luck, it wasn't in her mouth and Ms. SpoolTeacher hurried over to the site where it might be and there it was laying on its side; but by the time she got to it to rescue it, it had righted itself and was hobbling off, gaining speed and stamina as it went...
She watched it hurry its little
|Look closely now, they are there|
Adorable they were, so she watched them for quite awhile trying to figure out what they might be trying to do. There were many other little birds that looked like chicks of some kind, picking in the dirt; so she thought, "Is this where they want to be or are they lost and trying to find their parents?"
She figured they could make their way out if they made it in and except for the darned dog thing, they looked like they could figure things out...
Just as she got her camera and hung over the wall to take a shot, they got a clue and started lining themselves up on the sidewalk, headed straight for the gate...
Did you say, "What's for