from the prairie - commentary from the life of one woman in the midwest
"All around them shadows were moving over the waving grasses, while the sun rose. Meadow larks were springing straight up from the billows of grass into the high, clear sky, singing as they went. Small pearly clouds drifted in the intense blueness overhead. In all the weed-tops tiny birds were swinging and singing in tiny voices." Laura Ingalls Wilder
2 Comments:
this is truly horrific. i can't get over it.
elizabeth -- oh my GOSH, please tell me yours is not that huge!!!
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