Where the wild onions grow there’s grass, and clover and wild flowers.

Pretty yellow flowers that wave above the grass:


Where the wild onions grow, horses graze in grass-filled draws.

You’ll find a grown up, two-year old, “Bombshell“. She sure did get pretty!


Where the wild onions grow, babies play peek-a-boo around their mamas.

Where the wild onions grow, you find peace.

I hope you find your peaceful place.
Happy Trails!

PS. There is a post coming about my time with Buck this past weekend in Rapid City, so stay tuned!


I LOVE your eye for pictures and your thoughts that go with them. South Dakota is such a beautiful place. We are blessed to call it home!
We sure are, Amy!