The Ground is dry.......

So I was standing out here thinking about how very hot and dry it is. I do not like it to be dry. I like to play in the water in the pond. But there isn’t a lot of it in there right now. If I had some pigs they would be able to be in there now playing in the mud. But I don’t have any pigs. We used to have some. They were little Pot Belly Pigs. First one big was big not little his name was ‘Iggy the Piggy’. Then we got some other ones that made other ones. Now that is something really cute to look at. Baby pigs. They look like baby elephants with no trunk. Cute cute cute. But pigs was not what I was standing out here thinking about. What I was standing out here thinking about is cracks in the ground because it is so dry.

Cracks so big a baby pig could fall in. No probably not that big. But if you were trying to play marbles you might have to play somewhere else. But anyway I was wondering how deep those cracks go. Are they just surface cracks? I have put my big head down as close as I could get my nose and tried to see down in there but it gets dark real quick when you are a giant horse standing over a little crack trying to see down into it and your big ole belly is blocking out the sunlight. Maybe the human girl could bring that spotlight out here and shine it down into one of those cracks so I could see how deep they go.

I think there is a whole other world down in there. That’s where all the moles and gophers and stuff live is down under the ground that I walk on. Oh and Grub worms and Cicadas and June bugs and crickets and grasshoppers and and and well I don't know what all lives underground but there is a lot of stuff I'm pretty sure. They probably have families and aunts and uncles and well you get the idea. There are probably stores too. Maybe not stores like the humans go to but areas where different families or groups store their stuff. I wonder if they share with each other or if everyone knows ‘that is not your stuff your stuff is over there’. Me and my horse know what is our stuff and what is not our stuff. I know that his feed barrel is the one on the North end of our big red barn and it is blue and he knows that white one out in our pasture is mine. Oh he will walk by and look in it but when it is feeding time he knows to go to his barrel not mine.

Looks like rain might make it here sometime between now and Christmas. We are very excited about that.

The human girl is out in the front pasture mowing. She said there are weeds out there. Not the thing to be cutting for hay anyway she says she says that is her front yard. Do you think she knows it’s sprinkling?