A kidney stone, coupled with an infection has set me back five days – two trying to soldier through the pain, and three pursuing medical answers. Anyway, I’m on the mend, tired already of this foray into self-pity. Tomorrow, I keep telling myself, is a new day. (Image my own)
Wildlife flirtsblossoms singair vibratessun and rain Birds and beesbuzz in harmonybut a single notethrills my senses Canada Geesesquabble and waddlewhile Mallard Momherds young into reeds A splash signalspresence of beaver,but my ear is fixatedeyes scanning green For a glimpseof brilliant orangecapped with black –Baltimore Oriole (Image my own)
The difference between the horse drawn wagon and the new machines is that the wagon would distill back into nature but the machines take generations to do that. Passed plenty of these big toys on the road trip, lots of dollars in the fields. Nice tones in your shots.
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Thanks Paul. I once coached a boys’ soccer team, maybe up of rural boys. When the city boys would taunt them and call them farmers, they’d retort: “Yeah, well our tractor costs more than your house”!
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So true here too, much money in those toys.
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VJ, these look like photos I would have taken. Wonderful entry 😀
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Well, you do teach me, Cee. Thanks.
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Is the horse and buggy a wood carving?
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It is.
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It took me a minute to see the big tires in the grass!
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Yes, they are well hidden.
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