A romp through my spam folder.
Happy-making shots from our yard.
Childhood, Broadway musicals, geography, maturity, numismatics, aesthetics as determined by location, English Poet Laureates: Is there anything else we can touch on here?
So why does it get dark so early?
Sometimes the porch is far enough.
Quite extraordinary, but not much good for farming.
A radish by any other name would taste as . . . radish-y.
A scenic hike. Signs to quibble with. Who could ask for anything more?