Washington, my home!

In the pasture, mosses and lichens huddle on stumps.

Found beneath the leaf litter. Don't worry, I replaced its cover. 

Out by the barn, ice in a bucket.

Some places in our pasture do seem sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre-y. 

Auba's mane is long and straight. I'm a little jealous.

Blue skies over Snoqualmie Pass.

And every other color over the Columbia River. 

Wherever I may roam, I'm always happy to come back to my minty green home on the West side.