“Out in the meadow, I picked a wild sunflower, and as I looked into its golden heart, such a wave of homesickness came over me that I almost wept. I wanted Mother, with her gentle voice and quiet firmness; I longed to hear Father’s jolly songs and to see his twinkling blue eyes; I was lonesome for the sister with whom I used to play in the meadow picking daisies and wild sunflowers.”
from “Laura Ingalls Wilder, Farm Journalist, Writings from the Ozarks” edited by Stephen W. Hines”
Click me for “Summer Dream, Buttermilk Falls” in my Fine Art Gallery
Cornell Plantations
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Taughannock Falls
Buttermilk Falls, upper
A quiet moment……
Michael Stephen Wills Photography 
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