When the shadows are long, we set out…
Past broken dreams…
To country I barely recognize. Green. Not dusty. Water standing in draws where I’ve never seen water.
These storms have been a blessing on this country…
…splashing neon green among the grey green of sagebrush.
We walk by Vernon as he attempts to hay the fields between the storms… it’s finally haying weather… and so we’re cowboying in the morning and haying in the afternoon.
Find me here!
That’s terrific!! I bet the animals love finding more grass, too.
Very nice pictures, today.
So Glad you can get the hay made! Beautiful scenery!