White dog, green field

Don and I decided to walk the pasture fenceline a couple of days ago. Since Lydia was with us, and since the pasture is completely fenced, we unleashed her and let her go.

Oh wow, did she have fun!

A little white dot in a big green field.

She ran and explored and poked around.

This time of year, the fields look like Ireland.

Yesterday afternoon, we did the same thing -- walked in the pasture and let Lydia loose. This time Younger Daughter was with us, running with the dog.

Yep, Ireland. Gorgeous.