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.
you have such beauty to enjoy. even the shadows of pups. :)ReplyDelete
Our neighbor's cows are back, too. We enjoy watching them. Tucker likes to bark at them.ReplyDelete
Your flower has the structure of a penstemon.
A walk to the mail box and you've practically been around the world and back.ReplyDelete
It's a nice walk you have to the mail box, so much beauty there around you. I do like the phlox a lot!
Have a lovely day!
You are blessed to live in such a beautiful place.ReplyDelete
A beautiful walk to the mailbox. I always love seeing mustard flowers in bloom.ReplyDelete
Du bor verkligen långt ute i glesbygden eller, få gå så till brevlådan.? T o m vi har brevlåda vid grusvägen fast det är få bilar per dag som åker där. Jättefina bilder från din omgivning, så himla kul att se. Men väldigt olikt Sverige.ReplyDelete
Your walk to get your mail is like visiting a garden, Inger! You are wise to call it a treasure...:)JPReplyDelete
A fine treasure.ReplyDelete
I love the wild flowers along the roadReplyDelete
I just love the colors and landscape in your pictures. Love that those wildflowers fight to stick around.ReplyDelete
A gentle walk, observing the world, and noting it's colours, textures, actions. Such a lovely visit. Thank you.ReplyDelete
That looks like a great walk. I live in a desert country far, far away and have been taking morning walks, too. Surely they would be much more enjoyable with a trusty side companion. :) Wishing you a great day. TammyReplyDelete
My mother in law has cows walk up to the fence in her back yard all the time. (Her neighborhood backs up to someone's land.) My husband put my son up on his shoulders so he could see them...he loved them!ReplyDelete
well with that far to the mail box, you can stay healthy just picking up your mail each day, and i assume in the desert you don't have to worry about walking in the rain, although there might be dust storms. i love the tail in the photo and have many just like them in my folders. i have ears and tails and shadows to. I love the shot of the fence in the unknown sticky plant pic. that fence is amazing and the photo speaks to meReplyDelete
Your pictures are always so magical! :0)ReplyDelete
Lovely scenery on your way to the mailbox, Inger! :)ReplyDelete
Hi Inger .. and those that have weeds, or have mustard blooms, others grind the seeds to make a universal condiment ..ReplyDelete
Your stories around your desert home with the dogs .. are delightful to read and look at - cheers Hilary