Its been a windy day, and the tumbleweeds are blowing every-which-a-way.
That's why I call it Tumbleweed Crossing. Big, supper big, and even little, dry, brittle, stickery tumbleweeds have been blowing through my yard all afternoon.
The dust, and sand was so thick on the wind that I couldn't see the neighbors house not more than 100 yards away. It has slowed this afternoon but supposed to come again. That will mean more tumbleweeds will come. Leaving more of their tiny sticker seeds to sprout and grow into more tumbleweeds.
It's a never ending cycle.