Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Gotta Love Tumbleweeds

Tumbleweeds remind me of old Western movies.  You know the scene where the tumbleweed is quietly tumbling through the ghost town?

I saw one yesterday scurrying across the RV park only to get hung up by some desert shrubs.

You can see them lined up against fence lines as you drive down the road.

Occasionally, you'll witness one tumbling across the road hurrying to get out of traffic's way.

Thankfully, tumbleweeds also catch items that have become victim to heavy winds.

The day before I took our visiting friends to the city of Lost Wages Las Vegas where they would spend a couple of days before flying home we had a terribly windy day and night.  When I ventured outside the following morning I noticed my garden flag was gone.  Not even hanging precariously from the pole but gone.  Vamoose. Kaput. Sayonara.

I searched the desert while walking LizzieBelle that morning.

Nothing.

Later in the afternoon as we headed for Las Vegas in the Jeep we four-wheeled across the adjacent desert in search of my flag.

No sign of it.

Sigh.

I liked that flag.

It had a rooster on it.

And I got it on clearance!

Oh well.  I had resigned myself to the fact that it was long gone.

One evening when CountryBoy and I were sitting outside several days later I was telling him about my flag and how upset I was that it was gone.  Forever lost in the Mohave Desert.

As I was talking he looked behind me at our storage trailer and non-chalantly said "there's your flag".

Whaaaaaaaa?!

"There's your flag next to the tumbleweed."


Saved by a tumbleweed, woohoo!

Apparently, it's been there the whole time. Sigh.

I just knew it was stranded in the desert somewhere and I didn't even bother to look around our campsite.

Nonetheless, I am thankful for that tumbleweed that got wedged under the trailer that ended up rescuing my garden flag from uncertain dry rot and death in the desert.

And, thankful that CountryBoy glanced behind me while I was talking about my flag.

It's the little things in life...


CountryBoy retrieved my flag and put it back on the pole.  He then got an office clip and clipped the flag onto the pole so that this wouldn't happen again.  I love that man!  And tumbleweeds!

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Till next time,









7 comments:

Debbie Linkous said...

Yay for tumbleweeds AND for CountryBoy!!! :)

TexWisGirl said...

too funny.

Nancy Claeys {dot} Com said...

I used to use clothes pins to keep my flag in place -- nice to have a man around that notices the little things. :)

bettyl said...

I always thought tumbleweeds were cool in all the movies! I guess they are good for something besides tumbling!!

Happier Than a Pig in Mud said...

Cool story! Glad you got the flag back:@)

Gail Dixon (Louisiana Belle) said...

You have a good man right there. Observant and handy!

Karen @ Pieces of Contentment said...

Lovely story. I can see why you love your quilt, very bright and "happy". So pleased you have it back again.

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