|A very old cabin - once a home, now filled throughout with split wood!|
|A stone cottage I wish I lived in! -|
Our winding road threads its way
past time worn and tended,
stones fit snug, wood stacked and stored.
My son races through leaves brown and gray,
past red porch swing, past cattle grazing.
Finds frosted apples upon the ground,
golden cherry tomatoes, overripe,
eyes fast tumbling creek beyond barbwire.
He looks to me for a nod. Doesn't get it.
It's December and the water is cold.
by Margaret Bednar, December 14, 2015
We do make plenty of visits to our rental cottage and these images are along the quaint mountain road. My 8 year old son always notices small, almost hidden things at times. He even held up a "frosted" piece of grass for me to photograph. It's not a grain of sand, but it's a blade of grass :)