With the month of May in full bloom—not to mention a field full of wild flowers—Roscoe was trying to stop and smell the flowers but had a slight problem.
Our field has exploded into a sea of wildflowers, the blooms waving in the spring breezes. Hu-Dad always waits as long as he can to mow the field because the colors are too pretty.
Unfortunately, he has mowed inside the fence, so we don’t have a ton of flowers to explore. Roscoe did his best to embrace the beauty, though.
Someone, however, seemed a little less than impressed to discover his little brother and student has a softer side.