In the middle of a day of painting, I took a short walk.
Last year at this time, we were preparing for a wedding. I spent a fair amount of time preparing the yard where the wedding was to take place. This year I revisited the site, and the cows remembered me. When they saw I was weeding a little bit, they came to the fence to ask for treats.
These are some of the weeds I pulled to feed the beeves. They could also be considered wildflowers
Since it was a workday, I didn’t linger, but I did enjoy more wildflowers on the stroll back to the easels.
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Poppies! (Why do I hear that word in the cackle of the Wicked Witch of the West?)
I’m glad you obliged your friends with some tasty weeds, yum! They are experts at a plant-based diet–good for them, not so much for omnivorous people.
POPPIES WILL PUT THEM TO SLEEP!!
Ha ha exactly!
Beautiful. What are the purple wildflowers in your picture?
Nancy, those are a brodiaea called Blue Dicks, and possibly also called wild hyacinth, in the lily family.
Glad you took time to enjoy your beautiful
spring day!!! There’s nothing like spring in the foothills. When I was growing up in Visalia my Dad would take us on Sunday drives occasionally. In the spring he always headed to Springville on the back roads. Fond memories.
Anne, I remember visiting Scicon with my parents on a Sunday afternoon in April for their annual BBQ, being just gobsmacked by how beautiful it was.
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