When I see a garden in flower, then I believe in God for a second. But not the rest of the time
As the sun sinksIt casts that silver bridgeAcross the lake
The rolling hills we traveled through were lined with rows of crisscrossed crops- apple and pear trees, vines of grapes, and maize- creating bafflingly precise geometries. In the forested areas, the b...
This was true mountain country, now, and true wilderness. Valley meadows, leafy trees halfway up the slopes, then evergreens gradually taking over at the higher altitudes... their road wound its way u...