Images forever a part of me, viewing them takes me there. I can almost smell and feel what is in each. They are a song and a story. They are a place in my heart.
I positioned my camera down upon a fence post, ran as hard as I could then hurdled myself atop of the hay roll and was more than pleased to sit a spell.
A periwinkle cotton sun dress edged in lace is what to wear and in the basket are freshly baked scones, Davonshire cream and neatly sliced cucumber sandwiches. A quart Ball jar holds sweet raspberry tea and adorns a fresh sprig of mint tied by a strand of raffia.