Monday, April 6, 2009
THE GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
California is only green for a few short months. Folks riding the steam train talked and sighed appreciatively over the beauty and coolness of the green, green hills surrounding us as we moved along Woods Creek through mining country. All too soon the heat is on and the grass turns brown.
Sometimes we forget how much the animals enjoy and count on the grass and wildflowers for forage. These fat horses engorge than lie down for a rest before getting up and eating more. I imagine the deer are snorting their appreciation as well.