Sitting on the hilltop on the ranch where I live--I look through the paper thin Matilija poppy petals that are silhouetted against a sky that has turned to copper with the dusk. It leaves the lake a smudge in the distance.
Sitting on the hilltop on the ranch where I live--I look through the paper thin Matilija poppy petals that are silhouetted against a sky that has turned to copper with the dusk. It leaves the lake a smudge in the distance.
Sitting on the hilltop on the ranch where I live--I look through the paper thin Matilija poppy petals that are silhouetted against a sky that has turned to copper with the dusk. It leaves the lake a smudge in the distance.
