Of My Last Day

My last day had arrived. My flight was at 1pm, so no major rush. Before we headed out, mom took me on a tromp through the back forty.

Here's the back of the house...

Some random... drift wood? I don't know, some sort of dead tree. With suspiciously dragon-like tendencies.

Some wildflower which I'm sure Mom told me the name of, but I have forgotten. Anyway, it was very delicate and pretty.

The view of the back forty from a safe distance.

More delicate wildflowers.

After our tromp we headed off to Spokane so I could catch the plane home. I was very sad to be leaving, but I didn't cry. Not at all. And anyone who says differently has an over active imagination...