Diggin' Holes.

Monday afternoon my hubby rescued me from my usual life of laundry and scrubbing toilets, so I could go dig post holes with him in the pasture.  Isn't that romantic?? No. 

But I'll take digging holes over doing laundry ANY DAY!

He knows this. 

He understands me.

That's why we've been in marital bliss for over a decade.

Subsequently, we've also had a mountain of laundry for over a decade.

Here's part of the work crew.  My oldest girl is a little work horse.  She can outwork most of the boys I know.  And she's always eager to lend a hand.

Here's proof that I can dig a hole.

I is college ejukated.

(Totally kidding.)

Setting posts.

Here's my baby.  She didn't do any work on Monday.  She just sipped on her Sonic slushy all afternoon.  She wore a dress with pink hearts because she said she didn't feel like workin'.  She got off easy.

After my assistance wasn't needed anymore, I decided to walk the fence line and take pictures of weird stuff.

Old barbed wire.

An old nest.

A feather on a dead weed.

Cow hair on barbed wire.

That's a masterpiece right there.  Maybe I should put that one up on the wall.  Ha Ha!

From afar, the pasture looks dead, but upon closer inspection is this good stuff!  Spring is a comin'.

These gals will be a year old next month.

You've got a little food on your face...just thought you'd want to know.

She is slightly grouchy.  Maybe she woke up on the wrong side of the fence this morning.

This concludes another exciting episode of "Pasture Pics with Nell".

Thank you for tuning in, and have a nice day.