Tiny corn sprouts, green silk thread stitched against brown velvet.
Waist-high hay ripples like sea waves, flashing silver and green.
Towels on the clothesline, cracking in the wind, straining to get loose from pit-bull clothespins.
Black furry calves bounce across the field on stumpy pogo-stick legs.
A nest of wild turkey eggs, a secret sacred treasure tucked beneath a spindly apple tree.
Kitty, sulking, has her comeuppance, confined to the porch by a saucy mockingbird.
Lazy, daisy, sleepy buzz of bees.
Seems a new flower blooms every day.
Three...two...one more math lesson and we're done!
found an old poem from baby felix
4 weeks ago