Today's the day

I'm taking Tasha to the vet's this morning to have her staples and what's left of her stitches removed. After that, she won't need to wear her cone any more. Yippee! Although she's used to having to wear it, it still is an encumbrance, especially when she's moving fast and catches it on a door jamb, a piece of furniture, or the steps.

The vine leaves are very green, but the grasses in between vineyard parcels are parched brown.

I got the grass cut over the last two days. Not that there's much grass to cut because it's been so dry. The grass grows better in the shady parts of the yard, but the sunnier parts are parched. Still, the weeds grow and send up their flowers, so they needed to be cut. The ground is hard as concrete and crisscrossed with equally hardened mole runs. The uneven surface makes the mower bounce all over the place. My records show that I last cut the grass 32 days ago. The time before that was another 30 days prior. We just haven't had any significant rainfall over the past few months.