Butterfly Weed

Butterfly weed grows in large clumps. Here it is yellow, but later turns a bright orange.

So orange it is almost a red. The butterflies flock to it.

Other names are Chigger Weed, Indian Posy, and Orange Root.

This butterfly I spotted is not one I know. I thought it was beautiful orange and black, but not a monarch.  

Butterfly Weed is from the milkweed family.

Through Barbed Wire

 

What can you see through a barbed wire fence? No city streets, no glorious architecture, no people?

So what is there to see? If you never look, how much of life you miss. You might miss a wild pink rose bush stirred into the green windblown grasses.

A pasture fenced with barbed wire is a common sight in Oklahoma.

 Pasture roses climb old fences and gradually weigh them down. 

 

Foxglove beard Tongue blooming along the fenceline.

 

Prairie Plantain in the thick summer grasses with wild grape vine climbing the fence like a trellis.

Here is foxglove just beginning to blossom.

 

Coreopsis and coneflowers

 

The cattle graze across green ranch lands.

Trees slowly retake a pasture where no animals graze.

 

Clover and milk weed in the spring grass show through rusty barbed wire.

 

A green pasture full of plants.

 

A roofless stone shed tells of earlier landholders.

 

A curious donkey comes to look back at passersby.

 

A bird on the fence watching for flying snacks.

The Big Oklahoma Sky!

Brown-Eyed Susans

"Out in the fields I walked today,

Out in the fields with God."

Notice that flowers are like people.

Each of a kind are similar, yet God has created each different.

Each is a piece of God's artwork.

 

Each one is different, see? Every one is alike, of the thousands, yet no two are the same. God created every person on the earth unique. (Can you spot the grasshopper?)

The prairie sings. The prairie praises God.

(A red butterfly is on a flower at the top of the photograph.)

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This is my Father's world 

And to my listening ear,

All nature sings

and 'round us rings

the music of the spheres.

An Old Rose

After heavy rains the white roses start really showing their spots.

The blooms seem to have measles.

Aren't they unusual?

Impressions of an Old Farm

The old farm house and detached garage and shed used to be painted yellow. Maybe this horse stable was once used as a chicken coop? I wondered about this window. What's the point?

The horses still like the shed.

The old sink turned watering trough was mighty dry. The horses must have another water source.

Another dry sink trough.

Old wood fence posts and chain, barb wire and other fencing types.

An old can. Note the tree sprouting from the trunk.

Lilies in a flowerbed beside the old house.

 

Pasture grasses.

 

Old gas can by a barbed wire fence.

Pasture roses along a fence out back.

An old storm cellar, Wizard of Oz style. The door lifts up to one side 

and the main room has two covered air ports.

Dark, wet with sticks, roots, and old glass jars. I wouldn't want to have to shelter here.

Ivy overtakes the old garage's back. The tree trunks are 

covered too.