Date night on the County Line: It just might be a 4-wheeler ride in the pasture.
Don't knock it until you try it!
My chauffeur took me along on a jaunt to replace a fence insulator in the Big Pasture. The Rattlesnake Creek is the summer home to some of our cow/calf herd.
Nice digs, huh?
The ride was bumpy at times. (Come to think of it, I think that might be a metaphor for marriage on occasion.)
But with the mission accomplished, I coerced my escort into taking time for a few photos. (He has been very patient with this new blogging world!)
Farmers and ranchers might call these flowers "weeds." But even the lowly weed can be ready for its close-up and make a pretty picture.
What we call a weed is in fact merely a plant growing where we do not want it.
~E.J. Salisbury, The Living Garden, 1935
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.
A weed is but an unloved flower.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I must admit: I think I love these weeds just a little bit. So I guess they are flowers to me.