The rancher spent the afternoon pulling star-thistle from the pasture to protect his horses.

When the rules kept changing, he muttered, 'fuck this for a game of soldiers,' and walked out.

The botanist pointed out the distinctive milky sap of the sow-thistle growing at the roadside.

After he spread that rumor about me, I warned him that two can play this game and quietly leaked some inconvenient facts about his past.

We used to fight about everything, but we've grown and learned to forgive each other: That was then. This is now.

I used to think we'd never change, but that was then and this is now — we've grown in ways I couldn't have imagined.

She used to doubt herself, but That was then. This is now, and she leads the team with confidence.

We used to argue over trivial matters, but that was then; this is now, and we've learned to choose our battles.

After months of planning and endless emails, let's get this party started and make it a night to remember.

If you follow the trail this-a-way, you'll reach the lake before sunset.