Tumbling Tumbleweeds

Somehow in The Grand Scheme of Things, Tumbleweeds got somehow immortalized as a kind of cool thing.  There is NOTHING COOL about tumbleweeds.  Tumbleweeds are the bane of our return to Second Chance Ranch.  When you drive up to this place all you see is a sea of tumbleweeds, some of which are easily as big as a compact car.  If you have ever had any kind of a relationship with tumbleweeds you know just how wicked they are.

Meanwhile, we have that famous song that has given tumbleweeds a degree of creed.  Our commentary continues below the lyrics cited here:

I'm a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
Nights underneath the prairie moon,
I ride along and sing this tune.

See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

I know when night has gone
That a new world's born at dawn.

I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Well, folks, you might hear this song and think there would be some endearing quality to tumbleweeds. Trust us, there is NO VALUE to tumbleweeds.

Anyway, we post this tirade about tumbleweeds in celebration of the fact that we beat them today.  Every single tumbleweed on our property has been killed, burned to death, destroyed, smitten and driven back to....well, it's a place all tumbleweeds eventually go.  A red-faced guy with horns can tell you its name.