Crush, crunch, under my feet
the dew, frozen to frost, glistening in melt as it's touched by the sun
cold wetness seeps through my shoes
yellow and green, and brown,
standing tall and lying down
the warm sun smiles on my face
my baby curled on my chest
joy, and running, and singing and dancing
click, remember, memories, time captured
playing in the tall grasses
crunch crunch under my feet
sleepy baby
snow angels in the grass
budding photographer
king of the castle
climbing the hill
the big hole
gravel pit
prairie people
Elias finally woke up
tough walking in the tall grass
breaking the ice on the little stream
let's go home
Posted by Amy 
Nov. 9, 2009 - Untitled Comment
You know, I only go out into the woods because I have to...If I lived in the country I could just walk out my back door. I envy your lifestyle, especially the chickens and horses! But, I must be content where God has planted me, here in a suburban neighborhood with big office buildings looming over my backyard. I am very grateful though, that He has given me woods and ponds and sea nearby.
Love,
Susan