Sunday, January 27, 2008

Sunday Hike

The crisp air gently whispers through the ageless Spanish moss as the sound of a 1,000 crickets mingles with the crunch of carelessly discarded leaves to create a symphony worthy of a moment of silence. Let us bow our heads and respect the Sunday hike.

1 comments:

Natalie said...

Oh Heather,
I want to come live on your farm!