Camron and Cashlin's Grandfather, Great-Grandmother, and Aunt are here for the week and everyone seems to be working outside (not that I go outside in this heat, but I can hear them making noises.)
And today she let me know that she knows that the lock isn't really locked. It's just holding the chain together. (She said, "Let me in." I lied and told her that someone else had the key and she said "it isn't locked, just move it!") She is almost as bad as the gopher.
I try to be quiet when I walk up on the berm now so the fish won't know I'm there, but it doesn't work out. Fluffy, and Spot, and Shady, and Wiggler, and etc. follow me all around the berm, splashing for food. I know logically that they are fish and they have been led to expect food, but I feel guilt like we were friends and I've hurt their feelings.
3/4" of rain last night and this morning, and it's sprinkling right now. The fish surface when they hear me on the berm so I gave them some food for the effort.
Cashmere weeded her garden all morning and it looks like a real garden again. I've been working on my lazy days of summer and was too busy with that to help her.
I have no clue what these plants are. They come back every year. I'm certain they come from my grandma Sally and have been here for 15 years. If anyone knows what they are let us know.
Some type of southeastern N.M. wildflower What are these?