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The dog lay on the grass on her back. She would groan and moan and wriggle and rub ---and make 'Wookie ' noises. These were all nois...

The dog lay on the grass on her back. She would groan and moan and wriggle and rub ---and make 'Wookie ' noises. These were all nois...
Oh my, lg! Those forsythia shots are glorious! I feel like I can reach through the screen and touch them. And the horse peeking from the barn? That's priceless! I am so jealous seeing these photos - we finally got rid of all the snow and ice and we woke to 6" this morning. There's something about these spring snowstorms (while pretty) that are so depressing. I'm just glad my crocos haven't bloomed yet - I always feel bad when they get a white blanket :)
ReplyDeleteAll lovely things! The forsythia is on the wane there, but has been beautiful. Love the quilt and the horse that just knew you have a nurturing spirit.
ReplyDeletebeautiful forsythia!! they are plentiful here too, may be i should just go out for a walk and shoot some photos.
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