What a peaceful scene...shade from the warm sun, prairie grass, and a red tin barn roof.
Below are a few random photos of yesterday's drive on the prairie.
A faded Texas Purple Thistle...
Corn...already shoulder high.
And finally, a stone wall from year's gone by.
A few lines from Helen Keller's poem
The Song of the Stone Wall
"The walls have many things to tell me,
And the days are long. I come and listen:
My hand is upon the stones, and the tale I fain would hear
Is of the men who built the walls,
And of the God who made the stones and the workers."
May this be the beginning of a wonderful week...