Sunday leftovers

A collection of images left in the camera from the previous week.

Johnny has claimed the front porch as his own, probably because he's been temporarily banned from the house. 

I spotted a flea on him. Bad flea. Fleas are not supposed to survive at high altitude...another lie the internet told me.

 I caught up with some treasured friends at a dog-friendly restaurant. The humans had fish tacos,

the dog had hummus on whole wheat pita bread. Smooch still hasn't forgiven me for not taking her.

(It was too hot for her to wait in the truck while I did all my other errands.) 

I'll make it up to her. Promise.

 Lady Mary has made a full and miraculous recovery from the several-minutes-which-seemed-like-an-eternity

which she spent in Smooch's mouth. Maybe chickens have nine lives, too.

The summer monsoon season has begun in earnest, with regular afternoon thunderstorms, 

often while the sun is shining brightly. It's a New Mexico thing. 

The above picture was taken with a slow shutter speed...

 ...while this one was taken at a very fast shutter speed. 

I think I like this one better – makes it look like I live in a snow globe in July.

Hi, George. Nice to see you before you roll in the mud. 

Saturday was a hay day in preparation for the main event –

the hay man is scheduled to deliver 300 bales on Tuesday, weather and road permitting.

I moved all the old hay out of the hay barn and onto the back porch to make room.

 It was not fun.

 

The highlight of the week was making the acquaintance of Mama and Junior.

I'm over-the-top excited that they're still here, and I think I've figured out why they've moved in. More on that tomorrow.