"But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost's poems;
and when you feel the need of solitude,
retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees.
Retreat, he reminds us, should not be confused with escape.
And take these poems along for good luck!”
This old barn was filled to the brim with hay.
I loved this view of it.
If you live in Illinois, you would understand.
We're kind of flat here...
~Nancy ~ 59/365