A quart of buttermilk clouds spreads over a clear blue canvas sky.
Lavender lays drooping from the weight of a fresh watering. Raspberries hang heavily ripened and waiting to delight the tongues of visitors. Tangy sweet blackberries await an early harvest beside a long country lane while hawks swirl and swoop above seeking and preying.
A lone lama feeds lazily on a dried field refusing to engage with those traveling down the road past the river.
Purest green flowing ever westward on the timeless gentle current of the Skagit river.
Rusty barbed wire fences toppling into an abandoned and brittle field of long neglected alfalfa.
