|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.