Thistles

The one type of flower the sheep have left on our Land...

Looking for beauty, I climbed some rocks, one slipped, I fell, such pain... Was quite a way from home, no phone, hidden path that Mike didn't know of, getting cold, really hoped I'd not broken anything... 

Gratefuls:
- that nothing was broken and I could walk home (badly bruised, though)
- ice packs and pain killers
- all the bedding from the family's stay washed and dried

And, happy 6th anniversary to our oldest and her husband!