Seasons flutter past; I’ve lost count of the days. Was that the year of the big blizzard? Or was it after the old gelding retired?
These are the things that I do remember: Sweetness. Light easing to dusk. And a certain comfort that there are chores to be done.
They say age is only a number but I wonder if those who left us early would agree.
Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. My photos are taken with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high tech.)