Monday, July 26, 2010


As we left the dressmaker's house, the ox cart driver was teasing husband about how much the visit must have cost him, since I was running around in my underwear! The silvery streaks are raindrops.


Dar said...

This reminds me of my Dad who made a yoke once for my cousins oxen team. Thanks for the memory. I miss Dad.

George said...

I like these oxen.

JC said...

I've been busy with the Summer heat, thus I haven't been checking in on you like I usually do, what do I find ... you've running around without your undies and visiting ox ... what am I going to do with you !!!

Looks like you had lots of FUN which is what I would always expect and want to hear about ...

Marilyn said...

Hi from Colorado and thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment for me to enjoy. I love to visit our historical sites like the one you visited. There is one in Greeley called Centennial Village, perhaps named after Michener's book Centennial. ♥♫

Clytie said...

What a perfect guy to head the oxen team! He looks quite jolly!

And that wooden yoke is amazing.

EcoRover said...

Rare to see oxen except in historical parks like this. They were used far more than horses on the wagon trains (horses needed too much grass and water). I like the way Feudalism displace oxen from being a noble working beast to something owned by peasants and looked down upon by the horse-mounted nobility. Dumb as an ox. Slow as an ox. etc.


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