It's that time of year when I start wandering about my yard and the fields near my home, camera in hand, taking the same sorts of pictures of the same sorts of flowers that I photographed last year . . . and the year before that . . . and the year before that. What can I say? I love wildflowers.
|I wish I was brave enough to have named one of my daughters Rosebud.|
Dinner last night: oven-baked chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, broccoli, green salad
Exactly one year ago:
Exactly three years ago: