Just short of heaven,
dust and ashes come alive
to color hillsides.
WPC — “Reward”
Very nice, both poem and picture.
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Thank you, Leonard 🙂
Thanks, Gill 🙂
Holy doodle, that is magnificent!
Glad you liked it 🙂
Stunning . . .
Thanks, Peter 🙂
Ah, life was only dormant after all. I’ll feel even better when you can show some green on those trees and the lake filling up
Me too, Richard. While checking the cattle and the rain gauge yesterday, Robbin and I were surprised by a smaller percentage, it seems, of non-budding oak trees. Clearer with time. Stockwater is still an issue, and irrigation water for Valley farmers remains a major concern.
What a beauty! What is the purple coloring on the trees, which I assume are oak?
They are, indeed, Blue Oaks. The first thin leaves will be a light, translucent green to become a thick, dull turquoise as they mature to endure our hot summers. Truly native, they have evolved. To see a large percentage die due to the prolonged drought would be alarming — we’ll see.
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