Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
Picking a rosehipthe squirrel sat on the fence edgeeating the rosehip.Merry Christmas All!
I haven't commented before, but I've been reading for a few months (I'm a lurker by nature). Figured I'd stop by and say hi! I really enjoy your blog! Thanks for keeping it up!A merry Christmas to you, too :)
Nic - Thanks for saying hi and for the encouragement.
hope you had a wonderful christmas and a great start to the new year! k xx
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