Today is Tuesday and Treasure day, which I completely forgot. But I did bring my camera while walking Soldier to the mail box to pick up yesterday's mail. And since our walks are something I treasure more than most things, why not make it the treasure for today. This is what we saw:
Some people's weeds are other people's flowers: Yellow mustard in bloom.
Our good neighbors the cattle are back, chewing up the large field to the west of us, thus helping to protect us from wild fires. I missed them a lot, they add a country flavor to our walks.
The road we walk to the mail boxes.
I don't know the name of this plant. It has a strong smell and a sticky stem. I tried to find it in my books, but no luck.
The gray rabbitbrush bushes are green and healthy looking, taking over every field around here. I'm not happy about it and hope we can remove them from our fields. These fields belong to the donkey rescue.
When Angel walked with me, she was so good and stayed out of my photos. Walking with Soldier is another story, I always find his shadow, his leg, or like here, his tail in a picture. Or he will drag me away just as I click my camera. Here's that plant again, I don't think I've seen it around here before.
These phlox come back every year. Not only do they grow in a sandy road, but the donkey rescue trucks run over them, the tractor erases them, but they keep coming back. You have to admire their tenacity.
