My Grandma roses! I don't think I've ever seen them bloom like they did this year.
The bush was weighed down from the blossoms and when you drove in the yard and got out of your car, the rose smell was just amazing.
The road up to our house.
My Jodi roses!
(My dad used to name his horses after the guy he bought them from. The "kid" horse I learned to ride on happened to be bought from a guy with the last name "Gross", if you can imagine. It was fairly rough when someone asked me what my horse's name was...
Anyway, I've taken to naming some of my plants after the people who gave them to me. This rose was from Jodi Pierson and neither of us have any idea what variety it is, so I just call it the Jodi rose.)
This was right before she took a huge hail pounding...
On the way home from Miles City, close to Angela and looking south at a storm blowing into Miles. We'd just finished a baseball game when things started getting stormy so we were glad to be out of there. If you look very carefully at the center of the picture, you'll see a slight ghost of a rainbow!
Maggie and I love our antelope.
They're difficult to photograph, though, so anytime I get some image that's reasonably decent, I feel triumphant. Kind of like taking pictures of a toddler.
Montana skies will wreck you for any place else...
The trees in our shelterbelt look to me as though they're always telling each other secrets.
And when the wind blows, their "tummies" shake with laughter!
I wish I knew what was so funny.
There's no way to do a full moon justice in a photograph.
This one was particularly lovely in its flamingo pink tone!
(Okay, they call it a strawberry moon, but I like the flamingo pink idea better.)
