There is a valley in the Peace where summer lingers
where the soil is deep and rich
and melons grow sweet and luscious.
There is a valley in the Peace where the corn stands tall
when all around the frost
marches through in frozen hobnail boots.
There is a valley in the Peace.
And they want to dam it.
(me eating cantaloupe melon purchased just a few miles down the road from here; overlooking the beautiful Peace River on the road from Fort St John to Hudson’s Hope)
Mais oui! I buy my melons and other produce at our weekly market. There is a footbridge across the river and it is Paradise!
Lovely. Thank you for sharing with me Lea. One thing I’ve learned from the people who take the time to comment on my blog is how very much we have in common on a very human level. 🙂
Merci beaucoup Linda! I’ve been fortunate enough to make some lovely friends that way. 🙂