the granite entwined as one
to bathe in sunshine.
On reconnaissance to ostensibly assess the native feed in order to decide when we will begin weaning our calves, Robbin and I spent a delightful day in Greasy yesterday. With more grass than cattle, it wasn’t the amount of grass, but its maturity we were judging between several camera stops and a quick snack with a clan of cows and calves. Though some wildflowers have been conspicuously absent this spring, like popcorn flowers, most have flourished while competing with the tall grass.