In early February our pasture is a wasteland. The drought, severe heat, and hungry horses reduced a formerly lush, green meadow to dry dirt. There is hope, however. A lone survivor stands amidst the brown dust.

Survivor Photographed February 2012

It may be short – stunted even – but it has produced seeds!  May it reproduce wildly all over the pasture!

Meanwhile, I admire the sunlight glinting off its seed fluffs.