We turned the horses out on the pasture after our ride this morning. As I was looking around at the grass, taking pictures of the areas surrounding the hay ring. As I looked above, there were bright blues skies, and lifeless clouds scattered about. The atmosphere seemed hazy. Dust covering the ground like consistency of powder makes it hard to breath. I hadn’t even remembered seeing any creepy crawly things running about.
The only pretty things left on the place are the flowers in pots I water daily.