Five in a Row in PIctures

Three Names and the Prairie

Three Names - Artwork

Tumbleweed, tornado, prairie and road (vanishing point)

Three Names

We recently rowed Three Names. I love the language in this book.

"In fall the wind came up, snapping the sheets on the clothesline dry, and the nights were crisp like apples from the root cellar."

"I wore new knickers of corduroy that whispered when I walked"

"summer was fine, full of long, warm days, and nights when the moon rose yellow."