Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Monday, September 13, 2010

Late Summer Visitors


A few (a small rafter!) wild turkeys.

posted by Tom Fisher at 5:43 AM

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