Over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go.
Not exactly. More like:
Across the desert, through the fields and over the fence they go.
It appears we have a migration happening. After several days of high winds, tumbleweeds have jumped the fence and made their way into our backyard.
And set up shop in the rose garden. Looks like our rose-turned-tumbleweed garden is now open for tours.