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
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
How do you call your chickens?
p.s. the smoke is from roasting marshmallows - not burning garbage - just sayin'