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I guess we are entering our fall season. I was positive Friday night as I stood at the gate collecting money for an absolutely nail-biting game. That wind and cooler temperatures meant I needed a jacket. Coyote and Indian fans were treated to a tremendously exciting and long game. There were no mercy rules in play for this game. Cherokee took the early lead. The Coyotes would catch up only to lose the lead again thanks to the awesome skills of a young man with the last name Arkansas. Up until the last minutes it was unclear as to who would be the winner of the contest. Two tiny mistakes gave the Coyotes the opening they needed to clinch the win. Both teams of athletes should be enormously proud of the game they played. Final score for this blockbuster game was 84-81. Way to go Coyotes. Our favorite senior cheerleader Barbara stepped into a hole and fell. This didn’t stop her though. She is a fighter just like our Coyotes. The Fifth Quarter after the game was attended by jubilant fans and weary ball players. Thank you once again to our church communities that provided a delicious meal for us. The chicken spaghetti, crunchy cheese breadsticks, Caesar salad and tea were topped off with some delicious desserts from Shiloh ladies. The chocolate cake was sinful.

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My chicken coop is not the best or most expensive coop to be sold by TCS, but it has done a good job for the last few years. This year my son-in-law, Mark, nailed it together in several spots, but it is a fragile little coop. The recent beautiful rains caused the wood to swell, and once I lowered the back door, I couldn’t get it shut. So, for the past week, I have wired the back door shut to keep varmints away from the chickens. Tonight, I was able to get that door to shut properly. My six little chickens are fluffing out, and at least one of them is laying an egg a day. The alternate explanation is that each hen is laying an egg once a week. I couldn’t even guess that answer. There is something very primal about harvesting your own chicken eggs. It’s a very satisfying feeling.

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There are many prayers going out for rain in the area. Some friends are already selling off cows and putting out hay. Those are not good signs for the beginning of September. Everywhere you go in the area, large trees are losing their leaves that have already turned brown. It is heartbreaking to see the ravages of this drought and hot weather.

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It grieves me to look out over my beautiful trees and see the leaves turning brown. They are parched, and I fear I will lose more of them this year or next. I thought we might get some rain Saturday, but it passed us by. I know many people are praying for rain, but we need to get serious about it.

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I have been a virtual class student for the last five days. As an adult, I found it interesting, and I gained valuable new information from it. As a student, I can feel the pain that so many of our kids have felt trying to assimilate a ton of material from a screen. We really do need to get these kids back in school. For Richland Springs, that means this Friday. I’m hoping our COVID measures aren’t going to be too bothersome.

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My excitement level has gone up a few notches ever since I read we are going back to school. I’m not sure how I will handle the disappointment if we decide to back track and go virtual again. As little as we are, there is no need to stay home. I have plenty of room to social distance. Apparently out here in the country, we are not afraid to go to school and teach. The air in Austin must be bad if all those young teachers fear for their safety. We make them tough out here, and we are ready to teach our kids.

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I’m settling in for the summer heat. My classroom is ready for school for the second time this summer. It was good to go in May, but a recent water leak flooded my room and caused a rapid rearrangement of the room. So, Coach Burkhart did what he could, and I am back in business. Mind you, I’m not sure when I will be back in business. I can’t stand the thought of not having the kids in class. The last months of school were enough to show me that online schooling is not for everyone, especially young kids. So, now we wait.

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I am in mother’s heaven. I have managed to see all four of my children in the last two weeks. My youngest son, Shane, and his wife, Earnie, were here for the day on Saturday. My youngest daughter, Christine, and her husband, Bobby, came last week and helped install my floors. Thursday, I was lucky enough to attend my grandson, Dustyn’s, strange graduation, and Tracy now lives here on the property with her husband, Mark.

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The dust storms out west have made for some beautiful sunsets. As I sit down to write the column, I can see a brilliant, orange sun lighting up the sky in shades of dusty pink and orange. The mosquitoes forced me in from the front porch, but the cool breezes just don’t seem right for the middle of June. I am not complaining; these cool mornings and evenings are a blessing.

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By the time you get your paper Thursday, I will be in Stonewall, Texas. The quilting ladies and I are headed to four days of hard sewing. I am looking forward to this trip just so I don’t have to do yard work. I can say for myself that I have done more outdoor work in the last two months than ever in my life. The weather was perfect, the rains were plentiful, and things just worked out. My yard shows the results of all that hard work. Russ keeps me hopping.