Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. This is the time of year for the story.
The story is our wedding anniversary is the eleventh, and we often find a quaint place in the Methow valley to stay. The scenery of the winding river in the eastern Cascade Mountains is stunning. It’s a beautiful drive in the autumn when the pine, fir, and deciduous trees along with sagebrush and rabbitbrush blend into a mesmerizing landscape.
And we are always astounded that the entire valley of small towns welcomes us, and even know our names when we return each year. Everywhere are signs welcoming us, “Welcome, Hunters.” My husband’s name is Scott Hunter, so…. LOL!
And so this pop up memory and poem:
Poetry
Who’s There?
Stomping I hear now
Sheri Edwards
Beneath maples of my woods
Listen for Hunters.
10.26.23 299.365.23
Poetry/Photography
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