I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Friday, March 3, 2017
Tanka is laying on his side napping in his pen.
Pony Baloney is napping in the other pen.
And little tiny Wiseguy is being the herd protector. He is standing next to Pony and watching Tanka.