You can barely see the fields and Grandpa's place to the left. This little copse was a beloved spot. If you were bringing the cows in from the pasture on a hot summer day, it was the first shady relief from the heat. There was a small spring in the middle; it was a lovely spot.Saturday, April 19, 2008
Little glen at the head of the fields
You can barely see the fields and Grandpa's place to the left. This little copse was a beloved spot. If you were bringing the cows in from the pasture on a hot summer day, it was the first shady relief from the heat. There was a small spring in the middle; it was a lovely spot.
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I can smell the water from the spring, taste the Kool-aid from the quart jar, and hear Judy and Steve and me laughing and telling the stories we would tell when we would venture up to this "oasis".
My focus when needed.
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