Perhaps we sould just lay in the mown grass, over to the right, and whisper about our dreams for the next two weeks. You know, a giant passed through heading north, just beyond that last apple tree, a few years ago.
My kind of heaven
Krater Café
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
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Laying on the grass. I’m in.
It’s been many years since I could lay in the grass. I’d need help getting down there and back up again because of my disability. Before then, I loved to lie on my back and make faces and images from the clouds. It would be lovelier still if I could lie in the long grass with the wildflowers growing beside me.
Enjoy the smell of fresh-cut grass. It’s nice to see your photos posted as-is with no modifications. ☺️
Sublime. It’s an underrated pastime.
That would be nice. My dogs love to lay in the grass and so do I.
Remembering…laying on the grass in the mountains at night, not moving until viewing a shooting star. It becomes a habit, my kids still do it.
Glad I missed the Giants visit, but definitely laying there dreaming, Beautiful scenery and capture. ✨
Beautiful heaven …. ♥️