Sunday, July 31, 2011

Blowing in the Wind

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
Anne Bronte, British novelist (1820-1849)

Dad and I bicycled against a strong breeze past a field of Queen Anne's Lace.

Stopping to enjoy their sight and sweet bouquet, I realized that they are like snowflakes--each one is divinely unique.
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