espécie de ave
The gray supremacy of fog, filtering out the valley’s noise, leaving only the drumming of woodpeckers and the low rumble of a jet high overhead.
A dusting of snow that will be gone by the afternoon, under a sky hoarding its white. A downy woodpecker’s machine-gun burst of taps.
I whispered to that old windmill, “By perseverance the snail reached the ark.” How about some pretty art to start off with? I have several salmon recipes on here. You can click on the salmon label
I have just eaten breakfast. On a weekday I usually have a bowl of steel cut oatmeal, with a tablespoon of dried chopped dates, a tablespoo...
