Leaving again so soon?!

Sunday was my last day in Kansas for two months, so naturally, I went out to the farm to get my fix of the "Little House on the Prairie", life.

Kansas didn't leave me dissapointed for its last day, it was gorgeous weather. A known rarity for anyone familiar with the climate. My cousin was promoted from eighth grade this week, so Sunday he had lunch with the family at the farm.

After a lunch of hot dogs and hamburgers, and anything else you can put on the grill, I climbed one of the tall cedar trees in the backyard (with the help of my dad spotting me). We all got a kick out of this tom cat underneath the tree. He kept looking up at me when I was climbing and didn't leave once. All of us figured he thought I was very large, strange bird. Poor confused kitty.

I descended from the tree and rode out to the pasture with my mom to search for wildflowers. We spotted around four kinds initially, lots of skullcap, but I was on the lookout for Indian blanket. I had gone riding with my cousin the week before and had seen clusters of Indian blanket scattered throughout his land.

When we left the first spot and drove further out, we discovered a western meadowlark nest on the ground. There was a single egg nestled into a tightly woven nest protected by tall prairie grass. Mom continued in that direction, and I went the other way to look for more flower. It didn't take long after that when I crested over a hill and came upon a HUGE patch of Indian blanket. There were so many brightly colored Indian blanket and dozens of butterflies that were enthusiastically flying with the joy of thier find; similar to how I felt standing in that field of flowers and cow patties and singing birds.