Forest green hills slope away to valleys disappearing . . . Meandering rails of split wood wander aimlessly out of sight . . . Breezes caress deep grassy pastures (wildflowers tossing their glorious tresses) where stately heads bow to their foraging work. So much grass (can’t miss a blade), so little time. Glossy coats glisten in the sun automated…
April 5, 2016 Read more