Taken when it was far enough into Spring for a bed of bright yellow blossoms yet on this chilly morning Grandfather’s crown is covered with frost. Always, always, a surprise awaits us in the mountains, if we stop to pause to see it, and take it in.
Taken when it was far enough into Spring for a bed of bright yellow blossoms yet on this chilly morning Grandfather’s crown is covered with frost. Always, always, a surprise awaits us in the mountains, if we stop to pause to see it, and take it in.