Last evening on our ride around the neighborhood we saw the Prairie Smoke shimmering in the evening light.
Prairie Smoke a Native Wildflower…the old timers call it Old Man’s Whiskers or Grandfather’s Whiskers/Beard. It is really Geum triflorum.
Vi’s Iris along the fence row…and Ashley’s horses.
As I am hanging my head out the window wondering if I can get the horses to look up if I whistle a pickup pulls up so we have ladies aid in the middle of the road. We got all caught up with my cousin Dale. Always good to see him…he is all recovered from the open heart surgery he had last winter.
A barn in the neighborhood….always a scenic spot. Sometimes we see deer here but not last night. The green of that hay field almost hurts my eyes.
Then we mosey on down the road…Chance wants to stop and see his friends..so we do. Jo is watering her flower garden and Steve is watching TV….we visit on the deck. When Chance and Putzer have chased the ball until their tongues are hanging out and Odda has got a really good back scratch…we head for home.
That’s the way it is in the boonies on a Saturday night in the summertime.
Ladies Aid in the middle of the road = Two vehicles meet, turn off their engines and visit until another vehicle comes along or you are all caught up with the news.