the wind whipped up dust

No rain in the gauge yet although a few drops fell this afternoon - just enough to dampen the ground but not enough to measure. I guess Environment Canada would call it a trace.

We really need this Covid-19 isolation to end, if only so that we clean the house more often. We almost needed a shovel yesterday after Carm danced around the house with the wide mop. In the olden days (only 129 days ago) we’d have friends over often so the house was usually presentable if not spic n’ span.

Yesterday we took a trip to the hardware store for some composted sheep manure. Once that was loaded into the truck we swung over to the next town for a DQ blizzard (yum). We’ve been leaving Adia loose for short trips lately, but it seems it doesn’t take long to destroy 2 boxes of kleenex and a fancy lip balm. We were so disappointed as we really don’t like leaving her in a crate when we leave. She’s over 1 ½ years so SHOULD be grown out of this bad behaviour…

Instead of engrossing ourselves in Trump TV for the last few nights we’ve started watching a series on Amazon Prime. ‘The Marvelous Mrs Maisel’ is funny and beautifully screened. We both like it which as you know can be a challenge! Did you know that Carol Burnett and the Beverly Hillbillies are also on Prime - we watched a few episodes of each for a fun trip in the time machine.

Have you seen the comet? We’ve tried a few times but haven’t had any luck - too many clouds and we think there’s a bank of trees in the way. I ran across a few photos of our house when we first built and there were no trees at all. When did the forest grow?

 Headline tonight: 4,099,884 cases with 146,136 deaths in the US. There are a total of 112,206 (111,124 yesterday) cases of Covid-19 in Canada today, with 8,870 (8,858 yesterday) deaths today.

“At 6:15 she was standing on her front porch watering gardenias and watching another line of thunderstorms split and go around her. The same thing happened almost every day. Some days they came so close all she could smell was the rain. The wind whipped up dust from the fields until it drove like buckshot into the shuddering mesquites, and Clara Nell started to pray. 'Jesus,' she whispered. 'Jesus, Jesus....' But the only thing that came out of the sky was her topsoil. Every day the wind took a little more, and it hadn't rained in almost a year.”

~Andrew Geyer