I just arrived in from a beautiful morning walk.
Some folks call these weeds, I call them wildflowers.
I have lived in the country now for 10 years. One thing that I have noticed is plants that are colored alike seem to come into season at the same time. Just last month the wild flowers were all in shades of purple. Today was a white type of day.
One night I went out for a breath of fresh air and stopped in my tracks as I thought I was smelling a beautiful floral perfume. But it wasn’t a perfectly bottled natural perfume. It was the sweet aroma hanging in the air as the temperatures dropped from the night-time sky.
Life on the farm. I treasure it.