Blessed by rain… And now enter the cold front and freeze warnings! There is snow on the mountain.
My tomatoes are covered, the ripe ones harvested… My windows are steamed from the heat of my salsa making endeavours.
My Black Prince tomatoes are delicious, but their black color looks “off” when made into salsa… I have so many, I’ll have to try it anyway. I recommend this variety for fresh eating! I only had Early Girls as my other tomatoes… no Cherokee Purples… No Brandywine… Nuthin’.
Gotta put these tomatoes in jars… the chickens have had too many of them as it is!
(photo from last week…)
Lots of it. An inch and a half as of this writing… which is great moisture for a dry steppe country like Wyoming.
Rain days are vacation days for ranchers… go to town on a rainy day, and you’ll see your neighbors. We were going to be prepping for preg testing on Saturday… but when the mountains are socked in, with rain at our elevation, there’s probably snow up at the mountain pasture. There’s no working up there simply because you can’t get there.
So, off to Cody we go… to buy supplies for another big project… so that when everything dries out, we will be prepared to go back to work.
Photo is from a few days ago…
Happy sixth birthday to Quinlan!!! It’s flown by so fast… and you’ve brought so much joy to all of us in these past six years!
We will be weaning tomorrow… and in preparation, we water down the corrals. Dust can be your enemy when calves, already stressed from leaving their mothers, breathe all that dust into their lungs. They can easily get sick… and, possibly, die.
This time of year, especially this year… Wyoming *is* Dust.
The corrals at home have had sprinklers running…
Vernon and I hauled some water up to the mountain corral and sprayed some around… sucking up more tankfuls from the pond in the horse pasture and spraying it as well. It’s hours of work, and the dry dust sucks it up like a sponge. It’s just a little, but we hope it will be enough.