By August, the corn will be high right to the crest of this hill here on this farm, just off Rt. 25 coming out of Gorham. I love this view of the bleakness of a cold March morning, with that vague aroma of mud, as the sun attempts to break through. If Dickens wrote a country story, he'd love this setting, I bet. In some strange way, I find this view gives off a comforting feeling this time of year... a time of longing for warmth.*Happy B-Day wishes going out to nephew Z- down there in Portsmouth today. Didn't I tell you this month was loaded with birthdays for us?
Oh, that brooding sky. Oh, that restless land. Love the palette and proportions here. Happy B-day, Z.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE wide open spaces. I feel a change coming! I opened the door this morning and I could smell spring!!
ReplyDeleteHAPPY BIRTHDAY Z.
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday ZMN!
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