Spring in Dakota country
The prairie flowers endure, thunderstorms loom, ants continue their eternal work.
Although the parlor stove went missing a few years back, its delicate, leafy pattern was eager to join the spring rush.
And the miles add up on a pair of dirt red feet.
Wonderful, as usual …
Thank you, Denny. You’re too kind.
Oh, the miles upon miles those feet must know. They were once not much bigger than these flowers.
…that always fascinated me, how those tiny baby feet could grow so much… I don’t think anyone anticipates their baby’s feet to someday look like this…
Or expect those tiny feet to travel so far without a horse!
Oh, the places you can go!
And those feet have many journeys ahead. Thanks for a lovely post.
Yes! WooHoo! Ready to go! xoxo