Singing in the Garden: Three Times Warm
I call woodcutting work, but it is really pleasure disguised as work. The skies are high and blue. The air is crisp. Woodpeckers pound and squirrels scold. |!| Blue Ridge
I call woodcutting work, but it is really pleasure disguised as work. The skies are high and blue. The air is crisp. Woodpeckers pound and squirrels scold. |!| Blue Ridge