I saw her as I was walking back from the barn, the sun light ending it's day on her little oasis of flower acquaintances.I had to rush to get my camera, it was such a pretty site.
When I returned, she was just about to head out again, off to another vista to graze.
"Oh, Matilda, but you were so pretty there, don't go," I said.
"It's difficult to eat the grass and not hurt the flowers," she said.
It made perfect sense to me.
"Then again, the grasses get hurt too," I thought.
