A pretty sunset on poor little dried up Lake Tawakoni. I'm seriously wondering if it's ever going to have water in it again. I really miss getting out on the boat and fishing.










Signs of Spring! The wisteria are blooming. I LOVE WISTERIA!!

















This poor little decapitated snake caused some issues in our lives today.
I was running around the yard cleaning up broken tree branches since mowing season is quickly approaching. I passed by the front door and SQUEELED, "snaKe!!!!!!!!" Arghhhh!!!!"
My darling husband dropped his work and came and shot it for me.
Since we were having such beautiful weather, I decided to take the girls walking around the lake bed. (That was this evenings sunset up above.)
We walked up our backyard and saw a police cruiser driving past the front of the house.
Heather, who had stayed in, came out back and said "Mom, there's a policeman here. He wants to talk to dad, but he's in the shower."
So I asked him what the problem was then remembered our CRAZY neighbor. She flips out any time there's gun fire.. THIS IS THE COUNTRY, LOONEY LADY!
I explained to the officed what had happened. He asked where the snake was shot. I showed him the holes in the ground, then showed him the snake carcass. He continued to hang out in our front yard till Mark was finished getting ready.

Mark finished getting ready and told the officer the same thing I did. He also told him she should be reprimanded for false police reports. She claimed Mark was shooting at HER. She lives a good distance from us. He said "that took two shots?" I didn't know if he was impressed or disgusted with my husbands marksmanship. Who cares.. the snake was dead.
The policeman apologized, and went on his way.
The passive-aggressive part of me wants to put the dead snake in the front seat of her car. I could never get by undetected though. She has goats, chickens, dogs, horses, donkeys, roosters, you name it. The poor dogs live their lives chained up rain or shine. But yet, she "used to work for a vet and loves all animals".
One of her horses died when I was pregnant with my youngest daughter. She covered it with a tarp next to the fence and left it to rot. Do you know how long it takes a horse to decay? Do you know how bad it smells?? Imagine that multiplied by pregnant nose... a pregnant nose can sniff out sour milk a week in advance.
I won't do a thing about it. But she will get the stink-eye from me every time I see her from now until we move out of this insane neighborhood.
One of these days I'll list off all the crazies in my neighborhood. Make popcorn!