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| This is where I go when I visit my Virginia cousins. What you don't see here are the horses behind that fence and a beautiful lake. What you do see: shadows! [To see more Sunday shadows, go here.] |
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| This is where I go when I visit my Virginia cousins. What you don't see here are the horses behind that fence and a beautiful lake. What you do see: shadows! [To see more Sunday shadows, go here.] |
So bucolic; just the spot for a picnic on the grass. And about as far away as you could get from the asphalt jungle. Or is it?
ReplyDeleteOh, those aromas—hay; home-cooking wafting enticingly out of the kitchen. Saddle leather. Horse lineament. I just can’t get enough of it. Well, that depends on what it is.
OH!So Lovely:O)
ReplyDeleteBucolic is the perfect description! I'm glad there are horses ~ they must love these idyllic surrounds. {PS: I've sent you an email, ma chère...}
ReplyDeleteSuch glorious countryside! Love the greens and the sunlight and the trees and shadows and the meandering fence line!
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