Summer’s winding down.
Take a hike, get out of town.
Smiles grow just like corn.
Come on, show some smiles.
Morning’s tough. That ain’t no guff.
Hay, just find your bliss.
Sunday morning grace.
Gratitude shines on her face.
Peace and rest abound.
The ice around here has been cruel, but not the winter.
Yet both have taken a hiatus, at least for now.
Since its been a long while, I thought I’d walk a country mile.
My hunger for the smells, sights, and sounds of a rural spring were making me weak this morning.
And though our February thaw’s only a tease, I’ll take it.
I found myself leaving behind tax files on the kitchen table to deal with another day.
That day’s already penciled in for Saturday, when the snow and bitter cold’s expected to return.
After all, we know old man winter’s never been a pushover.
Style blooms bright with mud.
Black and white, the look’s so right.
Pig tails make me smile.
Summer gifts so grand.
Love each one with morning sun.
Did a leaf just fall?
Can I catch those ears?
Make your luck then you’ll succeed.
It’s a numbers game.
Pastures bring such peace.
I walk, smile, then rest a while.
Seems I’m not alone.
Moo’s the magic word.
Rise and shine with dairy fresh.
Smile and just say “cheese.”
May I make this clear?
For the month we’ll croon with cheer.
Blue skies inspire all.