Autumn’s Slow Climax
A dry, pale, season it seemed at first. Subtle colors seeped slowly to a vibrant burst. Evidenced today, this peak,...
The Hill Dog Writes is a collection of writings by The Hill Dog.
A dry, pale, season it seemed at first. Subtle colors seeped slowly to a vibrant burst. Evidenced today, this peak,...
Harvest Time Joy Mother Nature and her merry makers' moon shadows play across water and sand. Mating with the wind,...
Tom's horses are in the back yard again, anxiously awaiting him and Sheila to come and feed them apples.
Clifford Picnic is over. Two weeks of tropic heat are ending. The Perseid meteor shower is on the next new...