Meadow Lake

My morning ritual starts with a walk.

Aside from the noise of pick up trucks,

and an occasional crow or two,

it's pretty quiet.

I'm surprised that so many people

in my little town

drive noisy pick up trucks.

But. It's OK.

My destination is quiet, and peaceful.

Light filled, and memory filled.

And usually, a Blue Heron.

And wildflowers.

And grapes.

xo