Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Lest you think that it is quiet and tranquil all the time in these parts and lest you think that we are surrounded by sounds of nature all the time, it is not. On this day, Clemens is here power washing the house in preparation for painting, Richard and Hollis Dale are mowing, and I am clattering away at these keys to the computer's low (and irritating) hum. When I push "publish" and "shut down", my friend the computer will be going for a bit of a rest.
Posted by Butterfly Hill Farm, at 10:58 AM