|Not Jenny's ancestral estate|
Throughout the mid-section of the United States, I have been struck by the beauty of the grasslands. The long, multi-colored grasses glimmer in the sunlight, unlike the not-quite-so-long, pretty-much-just-green grass of my front yard.
|Not the conventional floral beauty of Madeira and the Canaries,|
but Texas nonetheless offers some pretty awesome scenery.
I had never been in Oklahoma before! As per, I loved it. Big, broad, beautiful landscapes every which where, except in Oklahoma City, which seemed to stretch about 30 miles.
|Not Jenny's ancestral home farm.|
|Not Jenny's ancestral autumnal hill.|
Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge in Oklahoma is helping to preserve not only prairie dogs and bison, but also longhorn cattle. It's gorgeous and has great hiking trails.
|Oh, give me a home... where the winds go sweeping down the plains...|
|Fuzzy! Wuzzy! I should have put Tishy and Jason in this|
photo, so they could save George from goring. Bison