On a hill a robin stands facing into the sun and chill.
Oh, and the Juncos are back.
But now it's late August. Potato Days Festival and a Parade. I call the Lady and ask if she is ready to eat mashed potatoes in the rain. She is grieving, and I wonder, how will I sing in the rain when I am drenched by tears?
Do the next thing.
Doggy nose marks.
Old school smell.
One terrific pig in Charlette's Web.
Luke 6:21 There your heart will be also...
Lived in a cabin in the mountains with only one light bulb. It was the stars that lit up the night.
So many variables in sewing.
