Rained off and on all night, a fact I know because I was awake for much of it filling tissues. So yeah, I’m really looking forward to a nice long walk first thing in the drippy morning. Tobie’s only real utility, at least at this stage of his life, is to get me out of bed and keep me honest about not turning into a blob of superannuated sludge.
Tobie was brooking no insolence over the matter this morning: He wanted his walkie, he wanted a good long one, and he wanted it right now. Probably a good thing, too, because the forecast is for t-storms all day and maybe flash floods. So let’s get it out of the way and then stay out of the wash.
One benefit of living in the desert nonstop for a really long time – it’ll be fifteen years in November – is that you get to learn how quickly it can change. That sandbank used to be where you leave the wash for the path to Landlady’s place, and then overnight it wasn’t. This isn’t even the first time it has happened: Last time, cattle decreed that there shall be a path there and it gradually became, er, gradual enough for even the one-legged old man to navigate. But now at least for the next few years I’ll be leaving the wash a little further upstream. That dropoff is somewhere between five and six feet tall: If I stand on that little bank where Tobie is I can just see over the edge.
Ominous sight: Yes, we do get a few mushrooms but it has to be really unusually wet by our standards before they appear. And it’s been really wet by our standards, though honestly not so much in the past week or so.
…but these things are still doing great. Practically every juniper has one growing at its base, which I never noticed before this summer and which seems a little weird since normally nothing grows at the base of a juniper. I thought it was something they were doing to the soil quality but maybe they just scarf up all the moisture.
Speaking of moisture…
And now I am informed by His Nibs…