My eyes were stinging before I got to the end of the driveway.
|Looking south down the road.|
|The beautiful wild grasses. I can't help it, I love them.|
|After the good rain we had last weekend, everything is super green.|
|Even the old girl, Jenna Doodle, made it this far. Lately she has been stopping and waiting in the driveway for us to return. She has a pronounced limp now and is starting to look her age, getting grey on her snout. She's 13 or maybe 14.|