And I don't mean the type you'd find in a tranquil pond. This morning's mission was to count and wash out all the bins (23 shares X 2/share= 46 rubbermaid totes), set out all my barrels that were brought down from the barn loft and figure out where they and my 350 gal tank are going to go to catch what rain we get between now and dry season.

There are already 8 set up, with water flowing from one to the other on the south side of the house, 5 more sitting here and there amongst the gardens, and the remainder brought down, 6, I think, will go in the first garen plot (I really need to name them....the plots, not the barrels) and the 3rd. But for the time being, they'll sit beside my decrepit shed.

The bins will have to wait til after last bus run, I want to go buy goodies for my little kids on the bus, this will be their last day for this year. S'ok, tho, I'm all hot and sweaty from dragging the barrels and hoses around.

Now, for the matter of Lily. Otherwise known as the Lily Dog. She's 9, and so bordercollieish that she's just about lost her life several times to frustrated owners (us, I'm afraid, we've had her since birth). Dont get me wrong, she's part of the family and will always have a place, but dagnabit! (always wanted to say that but thought it might sound like I'm a toon) The girl gets herself into trouble! A couple weeks ago, I put the middle sized chicks (layers), out in the chicken truck. Lily stocked them. I know. she's just doing her job. But she's done it so well that she's ripped, with her teeth, mind you, the strong wire mesh around the chicken truck on three sides. She can actually get in there. This thing was built to be bullet proof (my dear husband), but not Lily Dog proof, I guess.

So, she's tied up. Not a dog line wise dog, is she. She manages to get looped, not once, but several times around anything left in the way. Yesterday, there was thunder and the poor dear shakes in her boots at this. When I finally realized it (she picks up on these things 2 hours before we do) and went out, she was so entangled in my two willow arbour walls (that have been sitting up against the barn wall for 3 yrs) that they fell on her and she was STU-Uck! I love my dog, I love my dog, I love my dog.

The flowers came from 3 sweet children on my bus who're moving. sniff.