along the marsh

  the cattails are bursting!

politically tweeting

it started off as a casual conversation between friends but the tone quickly changed and an argument ensued things got ugly for a bit until one gave up and walked away   my guess is  they were discussing politics  

discovery

a walking trail through woods and cornfields around a small lake and a larger one less than 2 miles from my home I’ve lived here almost 22 years how could I have not known about this place? I guess maybe I just wasn’t looking paradise found!   more to come…  

through the field

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now…

red barn

Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away. ~Walt Whitman