Mowing and peppers

No, they aren't at all related but it's what is on the agenda this weekend. One of Alex's coworkers gave him a garbage bag full of hot peppers. Now what the heck am I going to do with all of them?! I'll have to freeze them and that just means work!

Yesterday it rained liked a woolly booger and made it prime for scooping out the horses' run-in shed since it was soft and muddy but the tractor was, what else, out of commission. Alex finagled it and so it was running by this afternoon and I was on board for some heavy duty mowing. It's surprising how tiring two hours of mowing is on the body. I could really stand to get in the bed here at 7 o'clock and hit the Land of Nod.

When the tractor overheated, I walked back home in my new boots so now I have a blister forming and I ran the horses off from eating the hay stored behind the house. Look, lush green grass. Why the heck are you eating the dried stuff? I was on watching-Chooj-sleep duty and Alex headed out with the weedwacker.

When Chooj waked, we headed back to the end of the pasture to scope out the three box turtles Alex had kicked up. All males and one was the size of Alex's hand. Chooj was careful to place them back where we found them. THEN the dogs kicked up a deer and we could see it just as it crossed the river to run up the other bank. It may be the buck Alex has seen before. He is jonesing for rifle hunting season, which isn't for another six weeks. I am totally against hunting for sport, just for the thrill of a big buck hanging over the fireplace, but I do love venison. We take a very Native approach to hunting - Alex makes a tobacco offering before going out and we try to use most of the deer.