Tag: Poetry

but no grandchildren to paint on them

on Flickr Daily Note Every day, a photograph, a poem. It's so strange that just a few miles down the road, the sun shines and people boat on the lake, no worries. But drive up the Wilbur hill through Green's Canyon to the top of the prairie of rolling wheatfields, the storm clouds sing a… Continue reading Coulee Weather

or no?

a butterfly seems to never be still

outside today!

a lovely, bright evening

Outside the window

So thankful…