For over a week I have not stood at my kitchen sink and looked out over our lower pasture. I have admired the wide open skies, the far off hills, and generally the loveliness of the country.
But there has been something that has marred my view...a distraction of sorts...lying in the tall grass.
For over a week I have not wondered about it. What is that? Is it some garbage that blew there in the wind? Is it a toy of the kids' that they forgot to bring in?
What could it be?
Finally I could stand it no more...I had to find out what this was.
As I walked out the back door and down the field I recognized that is was some article of clothing...
Getting closer I recognized...jeans.
With a little bit of pink on them....Hmmm
Sweet Girl's jeans in the middle of the pasture, this could only mean one thing.
It means my darling daughter did not strip off her pants in the middle of the pasture in the middle of February...
And run around playing in her skivvies.
No...my child would not do such a thing
Or she wouldn't until at least March!
I also did not find a pair of pink socks on the way back into the house...
And a jacket...