Hawks wheel above hay fields searching for a meal in the moving grasses. Often a lone tree in a field survives cattle ranging and becomes a sculpture against the sky. Bales of hay are lined up like windbreaks along the edges of fields waiting for winter use.A round bale of hay like this will feed a horse... Continue Reading →

Orange berries beside a country road.What a fence post. A regular conglomeration.My cranberry walnut pie baked for Thanksgiving.Brenna meeting her new horse who she named Boo.A sorghum field in the waning afternoon light.

Orange berries beside a country road.What a fence post. A regular conglomeration.My cranberry walnut pie baked for Thanksgiving.Brenna meeting her new horse who she named Boo.A sorghum field in the waning afternoon light.