Out to Pasture

We may be old retired people, but we still have to get out there and mow the lower forty, as we call it.  E has the relatively easy part, riding around on “the Pony” for an hour and a half, while I lug the small push mower up and down hills and around trees.  We almost need a hay baler, the grasses get so tall and thick.  I see why goats are popular here in TN.

Here are some flower scenes, and last night’s beautiful sunset.


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