In N.E where our farm was,you knew it was spring when the tree frogs peeped.
then the lilacs and the smell of hay being mowed,our garden , then the smell of autumn, the leaves changing ,the smell of wood smoke, winter was silent and cold, in the mornings the crows calling, a loneness
nights of reading and sewing and leaving out food for the animals that came at night, i miss all this living off the land. i live in florida...
In N.E where our farm was,you knew it was spring when the tree frogs peeped.
then the lilacs and the smell of hay being mowed,our garden , then the smell of autumn, the leaves changing ,the smell of wood smoke, winter was silent and cold, in the mornings the crows calling, a loneness
nights of reading and sewing and leaving out food for the animals that came at night, i miss all this living off the land. i live in florida...