Since all the grass and brush are gone, the pastures are blowing.
In some pastures the mesquites are coming up from the roots--fire doesn't kill them.
We had a promising looking cloud the other evening, and I was so hoping and praying for rain. There were a few drops of rain, and a whole lot of sand. This is a picture of the water tower during that sandstorm. If you look closely you can see the mustang on the tower!
I took this picture of the street just a few minutes before taking the shot of the water tower.
As a result of all this dirt and smoke we do have spectacular sunsets out here in this burned off desert. I tried to capture some of the color, but my camera just doesn't do the job. The sun was going down like a huge red-orange ball, and the sky was red-orange and violet--absolutely beautiful.
When we get rain I will be sure to send pictures!
One week later--look at all this green! Fooled Ya! This isn't West Texas. I took this through the window of the pickup as Bob and I were whizzing through the southern part of Nebraska heading for home. He had a bid meeting in Beatrice, Nebraska and I tagged along.