I suppose that you will get tired of my crowing about the grass, but you can’t imagine the annual tension at the end of each June, waiting to see if it will rain – and the overwhelming joy when it does! And in the next edition I’ll be able to show you some of the wildflowers that are beginning to explode all over the pastures.
I know what Gerry would say – “weeds!” – because to him, anything a cow couldn’t eat was a weed, which I always thought very soulless. But, I must confess that today one of my riders asked me what some pretty little white flowers covering the sides of the trail were called, and, as I had no idea of the botanical name, I had to tell her they were…. weeds! But pretty weeds!
We rode over the Marlboro Trail, first made, many years ago, for a group of people brought here by the Philip Morris Company of Germany, in the days when cigarettes were not only smoked, but still freely advertised. I was amazed at the changes in the trail since I last rode it, only about a month or so ago – BR, before the rains. What a difference these make –the trail is now overgrown by grass and other, sharp and stickery plants, and we also encountered a downed branch of an oak tree, solidly blocking the trail. There was no way around it, as there was a collection of very sharp agaves and other cacti right alongside, and so there was only one thing for it, to break the branch off. As I don’t dismount unless in dire straits, I did this on horseback. What a horse my Tequila is! He not only stood still for all the ruckus of breaking wood over his head, but also backed up, moved sideways, forward, back, into whichever position I needed him in order to do my trail clearing work. It’s not perfect by any means – my riders were tough enough to wade through it, but many wouldn’t be, so we will have to go back and do more, but it did a good temporary job. I told Tequila “What a horse!!”