Wednesday

Old Man




A lean year this one, for him.  Although that one month he showed us a thing or two about his season, ripping and roaring  who says I'm old.  He's back today for one last kiss before he goes.  For a little taste of yellow from those first daffodils.  Something bright to take back with him into his great northern cave.

And one more chance to lay across the field he loves so very much.