Summer is coming. Bummer.
1816 was the year without a Summer. I’d like another.
Summer is coming. Bummer. Read More »
1816 was the year without a Summer. I’d like another.
Summer is coming. Bummer. Read More »
I seem to live in a black plastic flower pot event horizon
Are they breeding? Read More »
When I walk in Autumn I study the ground avoiding treading on an ant, storing food for Winter. When I walk in Winter I study the ground avoiding treading on a worm, escaping cold wet ground. When I walk in Spring I study the ground avoiding treading on a frog, looking for a mate. But
These boots are made for … avoiding. Read More »
The first rose of Spring. Promising sign for entries in next flower show?
Rose by the same name Read More »