across the prairie yesterday.
And if you ever wondered what I look like.............well, this is pretty close after yesterday.
My husband's truck broke down a little ways down the road from our home as he was heading to work yesterday morning. He had to leave it behind and go on to work. Yesterday afternoon, the dirt storm was in full swing, when he and I had to go down to drag this truck home.
I do not like to pull vehicles, and I do not like to be pulled in a vehicle. Both are very stressful to me, especially when I am blinded by a dirt storm.
Dirt stung our faces, tumbleweeds came at us like a wild stampede, scaring Sophie, who found a safe retreat inside of the truck. Not only did my hair look like it does in the photo, but my expression was a close match.
There are feathers of different colors of white, red, and speckled black, stuck in the tumbleweed lined woods that blew off of my poor chickens. I think I have enough to make a pillow! But never fear, my hair will be smooth and I will smile again, with no dirt in my teeth......
This is life on a west Texas prairie.
How about you?
Are you hanging on to your hair, dress, or hat as you struggle with dirt or snow blowing?
I would love to hear!