Except for one jogger who was not Fred Astaire, I had the meadow to myself. And I will share my gold with you.
And where is Glocca Morra? How are things there? Please send a picture postcard.
|Sunflower in a drizzle|
|Buffalo gourd blossoms vivid in the rain|
|Catching rainwater, a pot of gold!|
|This leprechaun defies identification|
© 2014 Nancy L. Ruder