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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.
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The ride was bumpy at times. (Come to think of it, I think that might be a metaphor for marriage on occasion.)
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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.
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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
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~Doug Larson
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A weed is but an unloved flower.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I must admit: I think I love these weeds just a little bit. So I guess they are flowers to me.
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