Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
A handful of mint pressed into the honey jar,not a bee in sight.
*she jumps up and down clapping*with a squeal or twolovley!
I treasure your Haikus and photography...gorgeous!
Kel - Okay. Here's the first line -- Leaving a comment she jumps up and down clappingwith a squeal or two. We're a team! Tamara - You spoil me.
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