The windrows of the fresh-cut alfalfa and the dark green rows of cornstalks seem to reach to the sky, thanks to the rolling field’s topography. In actuality, the fluffy cumulous clouds rolled over the Blue Ridge Mountains 40 miles east of Harrisonburg, Virginia.
Those are the raw details. The scene’s stark beauty speaks for itself.
I am a writer, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, Anabaptist, and community activist. My life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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Love this! And I love country and farming. I take more cloud photos than anything else, including day and night time clouds!! I love your writing and yours is the only newsletter that I have saved every single issue since we have been friends, which has been at least 12 or 13 Years now!! My, how fast time goes. I go back and read them every once in a while!! It seems like you are part of my family! Thanks for inspiring me! Patsy Betz
Very beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Love this! And I love country and farming. I take more cloud photos than anything else, including day and night time clouds!! I love your writing and yours is the only newsletter that I have saved every single issue since we have been friends, which has been at least 12 or 13 Years now!! My, how fast time goes. I go back and read them every once in a while!! It seems like you are part of my family! Thanks for inspiring me! Patsy Betz
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Thank you, Patsy, for your very kind words. I’m glad you enjoy my blog. Blessings.
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