Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
These are quite lovely. You capture the wide-open spaces very beautifully. (And of course, the more domestic Christmas cactus!)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tom! I love those spaces!
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