By my feet
wild roses are whispering
tragedies through the fescue
grass; dramas caught on the wind.
Another prairie summer.
By my feet
wild roses are whispering
tragedies through the fescue
grass; dramas caught on the wind.
Another prairie summer.
Some call it red 
Beautiful.
Oh so pretty and dramatic at the same time…
Wow – this is beautiful!
So pretty – I love the images you have evoked:)
Love “fescue grass” and “prarie summer”! Evocative.
Very intriguing..What kind of tragedies? The tragedies of time passing?
It elicits a freedom within me as I read. Thank you for sharing such a marvelous moment!
Thank you for liking ecology. I always love reading on your site as well.
Alexander