I got some pictures yesterday of a field of wildflowers next to my church. It's a very pretty piece of country land, very typical of the area I live in. Texas is wonderful for the wildflowers. This is the last time I'm going to be there, so I had to get a couple of shots!
I only got one (very bad) picture of what I was wearing.
Sweater - I made it.
Button-down shirt - used to be my mom's
Jeans - high-waisted jeans from Wal-Mart that I tailored
Sandals - brown, hiding behind the grass, got them from Wal-Mart
Belt - I've had it since grade school
Sunglasses - no idea! I lost my favorite old ones, which were vintage-looking horn rimmed glasses, dubbed the FBI glasses because they look like what an FBI agent would wear in the Fifties. Maybe I'll still find them when cleaning out the last of my stuff.
I also got some pictures of the church cemetery next to the field. It's quite small and old, but the history there is amazing. It's in a tiny town of about 250 people, and pretty much everyone who's died in the couple hundred years since its founding has been buried there. The oldest tombstones go back to the very early 1800s. Many of them are written in German, since it's a town of German immigrants, and most of the names are from a half-dozen families whose descendants still live in the area.

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