I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
The silk of an immature corn cob caught my eye...
Prettily beaded in morning dew, sparkling in the early morning light. And I marvelled at the beauty of something so simple, so unassuming, and wondered what else I missed of the beauty of Creation, day in, day out.
What's your story? I want to know!! Send me photo if you have it, and your story in 250 words or less, and if it floats my boat and blows my hair back, I'll add it to my collection and you win a Travelling Book Society copy of my book, Each Wind That Blows!
