It’s that time of year. Clearin’ out the weeds and prickly pear – which grows into giant mounds that have to be dug out. Time to plant some winter grasses – rye at least, so the sheep have some thing green on their salad plates this winter. Tom has been the hero, doin’ the bush-hoggin’ and diggin’ and rakin’. My contribution was pickin’ up some chopped dog fennel, getting prickers in my fingers, and takin’ some pictures. Here’s one of my favorites…Ol’ Smitty boy, Fergie the tractor, and Raymond, who found the cart full of weeds and cactus, well, just irresistible.