How come I never get to help with chicken chores?
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
2 comments:
That would look so cute blown up. Her paws are wet from the puddles :)
Here eyes tell it all too. I am going to have it enlarged. I like the barn wood and blurred background.
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