Random Skagit – Volume 7, Dusty Fields
During the bleak cloudy days of winter it seems that all we did was pray for a bit of sunshine. Now, as a dusty pall hangs in the air turning blue skies to ochre, all we want is a good shower to knock down the dirt. It seems we can’t be satisfied. Such is life in a farming community. Continue reading “Random Skagit – Volume 7, Dusty Fields”