A hundred geese, sounding like they need a dose of WD40, flying across the sky in single file.
Tracks in the snow attesting to the variety of critters that come our way during the night and wee hours. Some of which have me puzzled. Something with very short legs, I guess, made tracks that, from here, look like a toy truck drove through our front yard.
God with us.
The many shades of blue in a Colorado sky.
Never met friends
Comments on my blog
My kids' hugs
My husband's kisses
Wood burning fireplaces
You, taking the time to come here, to my blog, and visit me!