Walking the Line

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Every early morning we walk
the fence line in our neighbors
pasture. David, Philo, Rusty,
Mama V and me. (Man Man
no longer joins us because
of his aged back-he stays
at home and snacks on the
treats I leave as we go.)

Always a mouse or vole to
hunt, a deer hoof to smell
and other critters who shall
remain un-named
who have left
their mark in the night.

Even in the decay of
late fall there is beauty.
There is sustenance
and nurture in the fall
garden which will
remain even after the
first snow.

A new project in the works, sneak peak below

Comments

  1. Love walking the line — nothing like a good walk outdoors. Your new project looks lucious! Can't wait to see!

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