Monday, March 24, 2014
Sunday in the Big Shawnee Covert
Emma and I spent Sunday afternoon enjoying the bounty that the Big Shawnee covert had to offer.
A flight was in and Emma was at her finest.
On the walk out of the Shawnee covert through open timber I paused to consider how many centuries these majestic oaks had stood here, silent sentinels watching the years pass.