The perfect blossom is a rare thing.
… You could spend your life looking for one, and it would not be a wasted life. With the blossoms…
You looking at me?.
Nosey wee Squirrel in the tree outside my living room window. An infrequent visitor, unlike the Woodpecker. The photo was…
Autumn, Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness…
To Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load…