Girls, Bars, & the Wisdom of Young 'uns
Its fall now and I’m liking it. The air is crackly dry. Leaves aren’t turning the colors of autumn yet but they are drying up and fading out on the hackberries and sycamores that dot the hill sides. We ran out of water at the nursery and had to switch over to city water. No more smelling sulfur for... Sign in to see full entry.