Tumbleweed Or Russian Thistle?

Trust me, it’s not a “Ginger or Maryann?” kind of question.  There’s a third alternative, some folks just a stone’s throw south of us call them Texas Tribbles.

I’m a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
Nights underneath the prairie moon,
I ride along and sing this tune.

In case you young’uns don’t recognize the lyrics, that’s the opening stanza from a Sons Of The Pioneers classic.

You may or may not recall a passing remark I made a few weeks ago about a fair breeze blowing and how it was a good opportunity to toss out a few tumbleweeds to let them move on down the road.  I think I also mentioned that as soon as the wind turned, they’d probably be back.

Well, the wind turned, and they’re back, and they brought friends.

When I went out to the truck this morning, I got the impression that all of the tumbleweeds in the county came over for a party last night, passed out, and never left.

We had 50 mph (80.47 kph) winds yesterday evening.  Not a hugely big wind, we see wind speeds like that on a regular basis – not bragging, it’s just a fact of life in this corner of Oklahoma (the land is very flat out here you know).  But I have to say that it was an odd, swirly kind of wind that caromed off the eaves of the roof, hooted down the chimney, and apparently made it easy for the tumbleweeds to go airborne.

Hotie & PepperThe donkeys don’t look too happy.  It could be because of all of the tumbleweeds cluttering up their pasture, or it could be they’re hoping that tonight is the night for a ration of sweet feed.  I know for a fact that there’s a fence lurking underneath all of the tumbleweeds piled up just behind them.

paddockIt doesn’t look too awfully bad in this photo, but maybe I’m just setting up for the big finish.

dogsntmbleweedsOur two yellow dogs trying to figure out what happened to the gate.  They used to be able to squeeze right through, but tumbleweeds are terribly prickly, and that makes the gate an uncomfortable proposition.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe boys finally got into the pasture, only to find themselves stymied once again.

weeorchard3Now I know that the last time I was out here there were a couple of peach trees.

[sigh]… Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us.  There are far too many tumbleweeds to toss into the next high wind, so maybe I should change my name to woman-who-sets-fires?  And maybe that sounded too much like something from a bad Kevin Costner movie, so I’ll come up with an alternative… later.

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4 thoughts on “Tumbleweed Or Russian Thistle?

  1. Katell, Quilteuse Forever

    Love to see where you live! These tumbleweeds are inevitable in old cow-boys movies but I haven’t thought of them as a problem nowadays… Actually they still exist of course!!
    “I’m a poor lonesome cowboy”, sings Lucky Luke at the end of each book, a cow-boy from comics invented by a Belgian. He probably knew this old song…

    As for Ginger or Maryann… well, I had to ask for an explanation to Mr. Google! I had to know because Marie-Anne is my eldest daughter!

    Thanks for your post, it is a true delight to get to know parts of your life and your surroundings AND read such a good-written text. You are really talented Jo!

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    1. Jo Post author

      I was intrigued by the concept of a western themed comic book drawn by a Belgian artist, so I satisfied my curiosity at Wikipedia. There I learned all about Lucky Luke who rode a horse called Jolly Jumper (the smartest horse in the world), and who had a dog called Rantanplan (the dumbest dog in the universe). I also learned that Lucky Luke has been a popular franchise since 1946 – that’s an impressive lifespan for a comic book hero. Thanks for mentioning Lucky Luke, it was an entertaining diversion this afternoon, and thanks for the time you took to read and comment on my post! Maybe someday soon I’ll have photos to post that don’t make our place look quite so… untidy. 🙂

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    1. Jo Post author

      Handsome, silly, and getting a little ragged around the edges. I need to dig up the Fur-minator and get to work on both of them, but it seems so early in the year for a full shed!

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