Outdoor chores

The fact that I am a Little House on the Prairie fan is starting to backfire on me.  I'm pretty sure that Scott used this to work in his favor when he decided to pitch the idea of a 35 acre ranch to me.  You see, we do live on the prairie.  And that gives Scott the freedom to do pretty much to do whatever he wants.  We've got a place to store our trailer, our tools, our hunting and fishing equipment, etc.   He put in a garden and installed a quail pen to hold the…quail.

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.

Neighbors

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.

Waist-high tumbleweeds

Quail

That's a potato barrel.  Like an above-ground garden of sorts.

Raised beds for lots of vegetables

So, when Scott's away for a couple of days at a time, all this…land..falls onto me.  I end up doing stuff like "watering the garden", which I've forgotten to do in an embarrassingly often way, and "feeding the quail", which I haven't really done to Scott's satisfaction.

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.