Ray's Thought for the Day - A Heat Respite

Yepper, no rain, but the last couple of days have been fairly cool. And fortuitously that, for I was spared another chafing event from "werkin' in the sun." Thanks to Crumby's preventitive salve, my inner thighs have made a recovery, and are, for the nonce, merely calloused, a condition common to at least one ancient profession, plus those who travel routinely on the backs of Perissodactylas.

The cultivar pecans of the pecan orchard are weak sisters. I hasten to add that my sister, Rayetta, is not a weak sister. However, those cultivar pecans are weak sisters. Actually, maybe they are just apparent weak sisters, afflicted by environmental hazards they are not prepared for, genetically. Nevertheless, they are still weak dang sisters because their limbs are always breaking off.

The very biggest limb on the very biggest cultivar pecan broke off when the hot winds blew gustily three nights ago. Red just got around to making Crumby and me fix up the mess. Naturally, the limbs, when they break, never break clean off. Part of them is always attached way up high in the tree. That means one of us has to saw it through with the dang dreaded miserable pole saw. Praise the Goddess, it was Crumby's turn to use the pole saw.

Now we have that big old limb all sawed up and brush piled out in the north pasture. Praise the Goddess. Eventually, in a short while, those cultivar pecans shall succumb to the warm breath of the Wicker Man. Then we won't have to mess with them anymore.