2.3.15

Found

found

The way to A's nursery goes up an old lane with little traffic, past twin tall pines, an old gnarled oak and up the hill with views of sunsets and stars and the moon. Just the kind of place I always find myself looking for wherever I live and then walk there again and again and never tire of it.

There are treasures to be found along that enclave of wildness.

2 comments:

stepskippause said...

:-) I love morning walks, which reveal little treasures like these ones.

pencilfox said...

perfect treasures to never tire of.