This was a day that was so perfect, I could cry that it has to end. I rode Blue this morning and then again this evening; I went for a walk in our pasture with Mandy... she is still exploring our pond:
This evening Blue and I rode through water standing in the bean fields on the river bottom, and weeds higher than his head. I was so proud of him for forging ahead. We saw this field of corn, ready to harvest:
We saw wild flowers along the roadside:
It was the kind of day I dream about. God is good. If it all ended tomorrow, I'd say I'm still blessed above everybody I know.