Old Man Farmer Weather on standby (not a farmer son)

 It's looking like rain, so I emptied the Farmer's Rain Gauge of Plague Bugs.

Old Man Farmer Weather Station all ready to go.

As you can see, Dead Man Rich has agreed to sit nearby to report what a lightning strike feels like--just in case, the station gets hit. You laugh. A cherry tree once took a hit instead of my grandmother's house--scared the Nazi Sweet Dog half to death--might save a life.

Clouds be here.

Clouds be there.

Look, more clouds. 

Mordor looms over us.

Soon to be cut down by a new landlord.

Enjoy while it's still forest land.

As you can see, no matter what direction the wind shifts, we will get a drop or two of precious water in our bucket. Here on Dune, Water is Life. You cannot have enough.

This mulberry tree is not getting enough water on Dune.

Not on Dune. No, sadly not a Sand Worm anywhere. Still, you have to be careful. There is dangerous wildlife about. Crazy dangerous creatures. Walnut Killers. Beware of them. 

I see you, Black Walnut Thief Number One.

This youngster will eat all the black walnuts from the tree before any of them mature.

Little Black Thief Number Two.

Obviously, squirrels and me might have an issue going on, as in they eat up profit. Or so, I claim. It's the last black walnut tree producing nuts that I know of. It's in my garden.

Cute for a criminal, right?

Khari, my artist/school teacher wife, gives them cute names. And she keeps them straight. I defaulted, thanks to memory holes from hell, to calling all the animals who fed at the back Buddha altar, "Buddha." Oh, the really angry magpie is Billy, but he has a special beef with Blue . . . a cat, who I am guessing killed one of the clan, based on the anger that Billy expresses towards this neighborhood "has a collar, allows you to pet it" criminal cat.

Oh yeah, I have nothing better to do while waiting on Lady Khari to tell me my next obsession than watch the soap opera, All the Days in this Garden.