Here are some yucky, stinky stupid flowers that the wife grew in her garden.  Bah!   I thought gardens were for edible stuff you spread on your plate next to the T-bone steak.  That many colors probably blew all the pixels out of my digital camera.

I call these our automatic lawn mowers.  They are very fuel efficient because they produce their own gas.  They take care of the grass and wild oats quite well but don't seem to do much for the thistle.

Bessie Blaze takes notice that someone has a camera.  Well, maybe she thinks I'm pointing a toaster at her.  Horses can't be that smart because they poop all over the floor inside their shelter.

The wife is driving a horse.  After her last speeding ticket I won't let her drive a car.  The young horse, Star, can be seen watching from over the fence.

I am sure happy that my insurance company doesn't know I married a pyromaniac.   Here is an example of the type of fires she builds in our firepit.

Here is an aerial view of our humble home on the prairie.  All those buildings you see is the little empire we have been blessed with.  The nice thing is the peace, quiet and solitude.  The bad part is that nobody can hear me scream for help when the wife beats me.