Neither we nor the beasts (as evidenced by...well, never mind) can stomach the poo pasture any more. In contemplating options until the hillside wheat is harvested, FL suggested driving up and trying the hilltop tromp again - "If we stay on the west side of the field and hillside we should be able to avoid most of the cheat grass and the puppies are bigger now so they should be able to see over the other grasses". He was right about the cheat grass - most of it is located on the opposite side of the hill and we are able to avoid it almost completely - hurray!
But the grass! Ah, the grass...the BEAST can't see over it and even I get lost sometimes! Tall, golden, grass. The grass has lots of grasshoppers - which are oh so enticing to the beast.She bounces and pounces after them in reckless abandon (picture Tigger here). The smaller (slightly) beasts seem to enjoy the change of scenery - from green tunnels to golden tunnels.
The temperature was just right, the sunset brilliant red, the moon full - we wished we would have brought our headlamps so we could have stayed out longer.
I have been feeling a bit pudgy lately so I welcomed the longer tromp and the hill climbing - gotta whip this adipose into shape to get ready for the onslaught of goodies to be had at the upcoming VegFest this weekend....
This blog is for and about the Webster family. Each of us want to make choices every day that will result in optimal health and fitness. We represent different generations and different places in life - from empty-nesters to young families to students. Our health goals are as varied as we are, but we want to have a common place to post our progress and our challenges. We will be accountable to each other - to provide support, design incentives, share information we come across, and in general cheer each other on and celebrate our steps toward fitness! If anyone happens upon this blog and is inspired to be more fit and healthy that is icing on the cake. So here we go!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
And so it is September....still tromping. We have been keeping our eye on the wheat at the top of our hill - it looks so close to being ready for harvest! Then, then - the hill tromp! We have been making do with various pastures around our place for the past few weeks. First there was the pasture across the road - the field of death. Lately the farmer has been irrigating it - different sections at a time so the tromp has become the tromp and slosh. We were getting ready for our tromp and slosh a few nights ago and realized that cows have returned to the pasture -hmmm. We checked the long field at the intersection - no cows! New tromp. No water. But it is quite evident that cows have been in the field very recently. The beasts think this is wonderful - they think it is a feast - yuck! When we first enter the field it is the worst - the cows must have gathered along that side of the field to do their elimination thing. It is like running the gauntlet trying to get the beasts through there as fast as possible - the goal is to allow no time for loitering, which would lead to snuffling, which would lead to sampling....shudder. I have taken to playing the 'NO' game with them...the Beast thinks this is wonderful fun and gets quite excited about it - leaping around crazily whenever I bellow out 'NO'. Anything to keep them distracted! So there we have it - the field of death and the field of poo. Please harvest the wheat!