This is a December sunrise as viewed from the bedroom of a 117-year-old farmhouse squat in the middle of a Minnesota prairie. (The shadow in the center is one of our four cedars.)
I am the mistress of Four Cedars Farms, a mythical place where spirits dance, characters are formed, and plots thicken. Grapes are grown here also. Welcome.
1 comment:
Absolutely gorgeous! Looks like angel wings.
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