The night air was cool with a sweet, smoky smell of a camp fire threading its way past me as I stared upward into the slowly darkening sky. There were very few clouds. The ones above were wispy and rolled like the scales of a fish. They reached out and past me. I had the feeling someone was pulling the blanket of daylight off the bed and the narrow end was caught on the setting sun. While the horizon was a dull, peachy color with grayish blue, the color and clouds spread out over head and mingled into a dark bluish-grey.
Uriah whimpered. He wanted to take a walk in the tall grass. I did not.
“Go on, Uriah! Do your business!” I pointed out towards the pond and lengthening shadows.
Uriah stood and watched me, then nervously shifted from one paw to another.
“Come on! It’s not a trick! There’s no boogieman out there waiting to eat you up..Hmm!’
I frowned and stared between the darkened branches of the Blue Spruce.
“There could be some horrible Ticks in there!”
Uriah whimpered then sat down.
I turned towards the front of the house. Deciding that the ticks may not like to walk the slight incline up hill so I maybe safe if I walk around the house… I can hope!
Uriah followed. First, he peeed on a few of the taller tuffs of grass, as he passed by them, then he stopped to stick his nose in a chipmunk hole and to sit on the tulips. I never understood why he had to sit on my tulips.
I really need to get some diesel and wake up the tractor. That thought crossed my mind as I stood in ankle deep dandelions, thick and dark leafy greens with yellow flowers. Too tall grass is perfect for Ticks, they love it. I kept looking around hoping nothing jumped at me.
For a half hour last night, Michael tried to get a Tick to let go of my leg. The little bugger was covered in soap, then Vaseline, Michael tried to shock him by lighting a match, blowing it out and touching the bug with the hot unlit end. Still he hung on a death grip with his little foot and mouth pinchers. Finally Michael announced he got it off me and with its head still intact. -That really was an odd sentence, could be I’m tired.- I hate Ticks!
A robin yelled at me from the trees and Uriah let out a long loud yawn, time for bed.
Last night I took a picture of the moon. Here it is..
