Creeping upon this harbinger of Spring... he seems lost in his own thoughts as he surveys the golden grasses that gleam in the afternoon sunshine... dreaming of surfacing worms.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Waiting for Spring
Creeping upon this harbinger of Spring... he seems lost in his own thoughts as he surveys the golden grasses that gleam in the afternoon sunshine... dreaming of surfacing worms.
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No! Not the W-Word.
ReplyDeleteI'm a "big girl" now and over that silly fear! (I think)
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