And we all weedily grow. Lankily. In adolescent stages.
It was hot again yesterday, stinking hot, even the chickens declined the outside and stood about in front of their fan for the afternoon. Though they still laid their two dozen eggs right on queue. The temperatures bleached the sky yesterday. The heat reached… Continue Reading “Shine then Rain”
The roof on The Coupe, the most beautiful little apartment being built for The Matriarchs retirement that will be a guest house until she gets old, (which is not yet) has finally been finished, every gutter, every cap, every little bit of every little… Continue Reading “The Kiwi has Landed and so has a new Moggie”