While the Russian Thistles, AKA Tumble Weeds, grew over the winter, our road took a bad beating from the rain and snow and all the Amazon and other deliveries we both got via large trucks, as well as our So. Cal. Edison electric workers, who always pick the worst days and the heaviest trucks to fix their poles. I know, after the storms, things have to be fixed.
I got the sand and Joyce, by virtue of being younger and stronger than me, did most of the work.
We put some of the weeds in the ruts. Joyce dug up dirt, which somewhat covered the weeds, but I want to get some gravel as well. I have some on my land that I want to dig up. Hopefully, I will be able to. I also found a heap of dried out horse manure that would be just as good as the sand, if not better. So we're not done yet.
Joyce told me the cows will eat the very prickly thistles, so I helped put them over the fence.
It wasn't long before we had a crowd.
Joyce takes a picture of her sweet bull.
While Carmen takes a break in the fresh sand. After all, even the best of dogs can get tired after keeping an eye us working hard.