This is a what the ranch looks like minus the green streaks other then where John has been running water to grow green grass for the cattle. We go to the ranch, we feed the cattle and the turtles. We do all the usual things but its no fun. Everything is dead, dry, and ugly. Today we had an added burden. The wind and when the wind blows on these country roads where there are fields that are not planted the white dust is everywhere. You feel it in your throat and hear it in your voice. Well we are suppose to have a cool front tomorrow as in 97 degrees and 59 at night. That 59 sounds good but can I believe the weatherman?