That's the descent of fog over a field, in case you wonder. In response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Descent.
There are so many reasons to love the Scots. Scottish humour is one of them.
Cut off and kill Her expanding mind It must be Circumcised
It’s a minor miracle that I survived my childhood. I was born female, grew up to be feminine, but acted like a tomboy in the first grade. We lived at the edge of the woods, and for lack of other play ideas, I played in the woods. Alone. The scariness of this arrangement is somewhat … Continue reading Mara; or, Child in the Woods
For my anniversary fiftieth Caturday, here goes Ella sticking out her tongue.