The Meadow |
My friend, Teague, and I spent an hour or so roaming the paths of this living museum. Each turn of the trail offered a different gallery: a lily pond, a meadow where I instantly identified goldenrod, and a meandering brook. For a needed rest or place to meditate log benches were scattered through the preserve.
I think a trip back in the Fall (when the goldenrod has passed) to sit and sketch will be in order.
Oh, how beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely (except for the goldenrod!)
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