Today's entry is just another picture:

Mainly because I don't feel like telling the world I did absolutely nothing today. Barely even bothered getting dressed. Spent most of the day in bed with the wife and heelers, reading the paper and watching movies that I don't really like. Tipped the velvet a little, too, for the first time in way too long a time.

But the masked heeler and I should've gone out to work the eastern edge of our deer season up north, because the other side of the river closes tomorrow, and every year there seems to be someone tempted by the greater availability of unwary bucks on our side of the river. Where legally only a few have licenses to hunt.

But that's an enforcement problem, not a management one, and one I shouldn't be spending time on. So I didn't go. 'Course I got lots of management things that I should be spending time on, but apparently not this Sunday.

So, there's the picture up above. A particularly dense clump of prairie penstemons that were blooming where they'd been seeded along the highway right-of-way, taken way back in August.

I noticed the highway crews were starting to mow the rights-of-way early this month. A seasonal ritual designed to keep the vegetation alongside the highways short during the winter, hence reducing the drifting of snow across the asphalt. So, on one of the last runs to collect wing barrels, I also stopped to collect a bunch of stems from these plants, complete with seed pods, to try planting (again) on the south side of the house. Before they all got chopped off.

And was surprised to find many of the plants still blooming. Not many blossoms left, for sure, but still, bright pink flowers in the first half of October.

Seems unheard of in our country.

Nice, but unheard of.

And so, to bed. And to a meeting (or two, actually) 127 miles away tomorrow morning.