The tumbleweeds are growing out of control and the only way to deal with them is in the winter/spring and we didn't know that. Luckily, every other place is equally run down with them.
Whoa. That's bright. This is around sunset.
This section was burned by a wildfire a few weeks before we moved in.
This was a horse ring. Now it's just terrible, terrible tumbleweeds.
That's a potato barrel. Like an above-ground garden of sorts.
Raised beds for lots of vegetables
And then I think, "What would Ma and Pa do?". Well, Ma and Pa would shoot and eat those jackrabbits that are constantly eating the crops in the garden. And they would probably get ahold of a goat to eat all the tumbleweeds. But Scott hasn't quite talked me into getting a goat yet. Not that he hasn't already asked.