Write about: Tumbleweed Alley.
Inspired by all the tumbleweed that has collected along the fence between our home and Kat's parents house.
It was another warm day here, but it was difficult to appreciate with that cold wind rip roaring all over the place. So, of course, while I was taking care of Max and Natalie for a couple hours after lunch, they really wanted to play outside.
I should have worn more layers. Like, all the layers.
Max spent the day playing with Natalie, from shortly after breakfast until just before dinner. Not surprisingly, he was asleep not long after the last bite of dinner went in his mouth. I'm hoping that doesn't mean an extra early start to the day tomorrow morning.
It's a place for cowboys who are down on their luck. Old hands and young lads who've ended up stuck. Try as they might, they just can't seem to make a buck. If it wasn't so dusty here they'd be covered in muck.
Was it greed? Were there warning signs they refused to heed? Some terrible, unmentionable deed? What could lead these broken down souls to this land of tumbleweeds?
No one I have met seems to be able to say. But I shall hazard a guess, if I may. I may? Well then, what I have to guess goes this way: they had a debt that they could not pay.