We went riding again today. We started out in this field behind the house, where I saw this:
And with its wings closed:
Right before we left the field my hubby had to turn around to see what I was doing (I was taking photos of those butterflies):
Here's some of the views we got to see:
And then I, not listening to the words of my hubby when he has said in the past, "Never drive THROUGH a mud puddle - always drive AROUND them," I had to go THROUGH the puddle. I almost face-planted because it was so deep. I got everything soaking wet (including my camera):
See my pants leg? Soaking wet. From now on I'll take his advice ("You never can tell how deep a mud puddle is going to be on roads or trails where 4x4's go.") He wasn't kidding.
I'm lucky I didn't die, but boy, what a great time! :)