Five years ago, we had just one spunky two year old girl with us in our little white house in the suburbs of Kansas City. We had just put all new windows in our house, a fence around the backyard, pruned our gigantic trees (so they didn’t crush the house in those wild storms) and […]
There were mor trees. Mor froot and vejtbol. Mor protean. Mor wiyold life. Mor animols. Mor housis. Mor ise crem. Mor peas. (More peas surprised me. When I asked her about it, she explained it’s actually More peace.) And in the image area: More trees No mor Smokeinge (arrow pointing to a No Smoking sign) […]
March came in like a lamb up here on the mountain! Whether or not that’s a good thing, we thoroughly enjoyed it. 🙂 Pierogi and Pippa, munching alfalfa. Where is Waldo-tine? The inside of my clay bowl–still drying. I can’t think of anything I’d rather see hiding under my salad than a goat, hehe. Valentine. […]
