Mowing it down

A family effort finally leveled the hayfield in our yard. It looks better, I suppose. I liked the intense green of the grass, but not everyone shares my vision. Great walking today, with the flower indentification tutorial I do daily as more plants bloom. There are a few nobody seems to remember the names of, and one in particular that looks like tiny broccoli flowers and smells like dirty socks. I don't mind not knowing its label, but since its flowers are a brilliant yellow, my mother's favorite hue, she keeps asking me about them. We watch in amazement as the chickens perform their vigorous dust bathing.
The night is cold and rainy, wintry almost.