Loss for words.
Making peace with the insect world.
Fun and cold.
“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’. ― Alfred Lord Tennyson
what’s the rush?
You will abide.
We all make choices.
hard to focus friday menagerie
After months of suffering in silence …
and the beat goes on … ommm
Jake’s hole was restored and occupied. Charlie perfected his translation skills using found objects. and if that wasn’t enough … Rob earned the Master Cylinder award for storage locker(s). Fun was had by all.🌞 Except the schlepping and packing part.
If I was her mother … glad I’m not.
go on and do it …