I often post my thoughts and photos of Chicago or New York...places I love dearly. However it is scenes like this that keep me tied to the country. Last week one morning ...this was the scene across a field where we live. The sun had just begun to warm the countryside with it's golden hues and later spread all across the valley. Quiet, except for the birds and a far off occasional "moo" reminded me of the time I spent in Switzerland at the base of the Jura mountains near Geneva. Only the it was an occasional far off sound of bells tied around the necks of the herds of cattle grazing on the foothills of the Jura.
Have a great week!
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