33° and smoke in the air. The ponderosas disappear into it about halfway up. I have considered the doggy door and decided against it. Some days the yard makes its position known and you simply respect it.
The Yard Asserts Itself; I Remain Indoors

“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”

33° and smoke in the air. The ponderosas disappear into it about halfway up. I have considered the doggy door and decided against it. Some days the yard makes its position known and you simply respect it.