Like any weed

Out here on the ranch, weed growth patterns are quite obvious. Under the shade of tree, weeds flourish. Out on their own, forced to deal with the elements...sparse at best. We get a week of rain, followed by blistering sun, back to chilly or mild. Not much pattern to the weather pattern up here in the mountains.

Interesting to note that young Caden's hair is growing according to nature's plan. Sparse and barely noticeable up top and on the sides, the elements are winning the battle. Glance back to the hinterlands near the rear collar and you'd think you found rogaine lane.

First came the mullet references.


We had a couple good laughs. But then came the Riff Raff comparisons.


Fearing for the worst, Gayle took matters into hand. Today Caden had his first haircut. Really it was more an inverse trimming of the bangs. But we saved a lock for the scrapbook and cancelled his membership to the redneck yacht club.