You can never have too many baby goats in your life.
A mushroom somewhere in my neighborhood. My dog Beebs was very patient while I took the picture. ❤️
Someone said greyhound?
The poor have been rebels, but not anarchists: they have more interest than any in decent government. The poor man has a stake in the country. The rich man hasn’t; he can go to New Guinea in a yacht. The poor object to being governed badly; the rich object to being governed at all. — G.K. Chesterton
Never had a doubt.
Happy Birthday! ❤️
You know how in Victorian novels they would like, bring a hot brick into the bed with them to warm it up? I would soooooo do that right now.
Today, I’m grateful that I was able to pick up a story where I’d left it over a year ago. The link is posted in the comments below this post.
Pictured—advice from one of my students.
Sir fluffy butt himself—boldly going where others fear to tread.
Where did Sammy go?
Thank you!
Good afternoon, everyone! I’m rolling up my sleeves and searching for light
