Yep. That is right. We are closer. So much closer to having my ponies here! We had 32 tons of sand delivered on Friday, and they promptly dumped it in an area where it was not needed...thank goodness for having a tractor in the family. Because, I may have muscles galore (ha!) but I am not capable of moving 32 tons of sand in the allotted time. Just no.
|Giant goathead free butt resting area!|
But the dogs enjoyed the crap out of the sand mountain in the backyard.
|Because hot fence and dead vines isn't a fire hazard....|
|1950 Ferguson. Only falls apart sometimes.|
|Oh, hello there Vlad. You fiery Romanian.|
I was somewhat ok with this, because it was filled with tall dead grass, and the tractor could not drag through all of it. Robby had experience with controlled burning, and I had plenty of trust in him. It was the others I was worried about. College boys + torch and propane tank= NO. But, I let them do it.
|Here is one of those houses from 2008. About 9 houses away from me.|
Robby had it planned out, I had a mild panic attack (note: my house was in between a massive fire back in 2008, where 19 houses were destroyed) and realized it was going just fine. I even went out and supervised and added side weeds to the flames. And then we added all of the grape vines, and the wind picked up a little bit at the same time, and smoke rose, and then we heard some sirens....
Jesus fricken damnit.
|I play in the ring of fire!|
We all froze. And the fire truck drove right past us. And that is when I called it quits. I forced the boys to put the fire out, and they pouted, but I didn't care. Good news is, the tractor could now get a good bite of the earth and drag it around. Which will make seeding a heck of a lot better.
|No more dead grass napping for the moo.|
|And the endless sand pile is still being endless.|