tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post5269643533100255736..comments2024-03-12T23:44:23.698-07:00Comments on The Gleewoman's Notes: The Rabbit that Sat, the Coyotes that Courted, the Deer that DancedSylvia Linsteadthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-54600452444759772882013-02-01T13:38:41.301-08:002013-02-01T13:38:41.301-08:00Yes, it is like an echo, beautifully said. Thanks ...Yes, it is like an echo, beautifully said. Thanks for visiting, as always. Happy Imbolc to you! Sylvia Linsteadthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-70673213520485422272013-01-31T17:29:07.508-08:002013-01-31T17:29:07.508-08:00Stories told in sand and soil, snow and mud are so...Stories told in sand and soil, snow and mud are some of my favorites. I imagine the deer romping with the sliver glow of moonlight, why not? And the coyotes' braid of tracks is full of tales - its such a wonder to be able to see them through their trails- like an echo. I'm smitten with rusty grasses. That first shot with the pine tree is magnificent, the grasses are shining!Valeriannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02621130622153365184noreply@blogger.com