This little pocket of the farm
is one of my favorite places to escape.
This special spot is located where
the rolling green pasture meets the rocky mountain slope.
When it's rainy there's a little creek that dribbles along,
trickling past mossy stones and cedar trees.
Now it's December, and the trees that dot the hills
are just starting to lose their yellow leaves.
As the day went by, the temperature dropped
and a blue fog rolled in and hung above the field just so.
Wouldn't this be the perfect spot for a cozy cabin?