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5-9/365

5/365 The first of the alfalfa was laid down today. If I could bottle this smell…. There is nothing like…

The “ranch” that is my sons’ room. Someday I’m sure this busy pen will just be filled with the dirty…

365 | flowers

These are the poppy shots I was going for last night. Tonight, I went outside before it got too dark….

365 | flowers

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul. John Keats Keats sure makes it sound…

365 | children

Best. Day. EVER. My kids can mow. (All this is completely supervised by responsible adults.)