This little fellow posed for the camera.
This bed of daffodils seem to thrive at the head of a spring seep.
An old spring that provided water for a homestead many years ago.
And of course the old apple trees that always draw me to them. Old survivors that out live the people who took the time to plant them. Each one a witness to years of sever weather and neglect, yet they live on.
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