Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Gem
If morning is, then ours is opal All misty firmament and heart of fire, And trees the secret of the Orient within. But whatever is up in the garden driving the dog nuts and making him bark. Stopping my work and getting me out there, dog as excuse, and camera in hand Be still..... Go away wild thing, whatever you are, I need to write.
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