Muchos grassy-ass.

Welcome to my yard. The rain’s been pouring down, I haven’t been able to get a lawn mower out into the yard (the lack of a lawn mower in my possession may have something to do with this, according to some sources), and now we have grass tall enough to provide Ewoks with camouflage.

What do you get when you let the grass get too tall?

You get a cat who doesn’t even have to leave the side deck to graze.

The grass isn’t the only thing that needs mowing. I never thought I was allergic to much until I found that my whole pasture is filled with these little yellow fellows.

We need to get the horses living over here with us something fierce, if only to save me from my own allergies. In the meantime, smart money in the stock market is on whoever makes antihistamines.

The barn’s a fairly modest affair, with room for three (four if we do some major work on it), and the storage outbuilding is even more modest. But damned if the barn doesn’t have real live electricity. And a pond right behind it stocked with catfish. Yum!

To paraphrase an immortally bad MST3K episode, “this is where the Dish lives!” – though its signal will be blocked soon if I don’t stop writing this and start cutting some grass.

Security services are provided by Xena, giving me her best “Yum, you look pretty tasty” look.