Dappled Delight
What a difference a day makes. A fleeting glimpse of sunshine. A ray of hope amidst the interminable gloom that sits so stubbornly, petulantly refusing to shift. Ignoring the pitiful pleas of this alabaster skin sunchaser.
What a difference a day makes. A fleeting glimpse of sunshine. A ray of hope amidst the interminable gloom that sits so stubbornly, petulantly refusing to shift. Ignoring the pitiful pleas of this alabaster skin sunchaser.
Well, this is my second post on my new blog and I’m really not sure where my head’s at. It’s been a very steep learning curve trying to understand this new (to me) forum and I know my journey has… Read More »where’s your head at?
The English novelist Thomas Hardy (Return of the Native, The Mayor of Casterbridge) grew up in a musical family and was an accomplished dance fiddler and accordion player from early youth. He was influenced by his father (himself a locally famous… Read More »the new rigged ship