My road to peacefulness...a farm road less traveled, beauteous fields of flowers line my path...
...wild chicory and black eyed Susan's...
...beautiful is my path strewn with color...
...Queen Anne's Lace and cattails abound down my country lane...
...then 'long comes MAN...always fear a man on a mower...will you not leave me some quiet bits of beauty...must all be in ruin...this was my trip to paradise...all lost...habitat reduced to drying fodder, wasted for nothing, what is this mad dash in the fall to cut away at the heart of summer...Then they complain about not having finances for road work...hmmmm....
...however, a trip to Sister's Garden is never spoiled...you just have to have faith...and a little hope...
