In late winter, early spring, I had the honor of hours at this spot. I am so truly thankful to have been welcomed, to have been present for so many sounds (thundering hooves down the field, acorns trickling down tin roofs, mail truck swerving slowly down a long county road from one side to another in its delivery route), the aromas of citrus blossoms and fresh cut grasses, the brilliance of canola blossoms and the flash of a Western Bluebird.
Adam's Ranch
in Where I work