Post Peanut Butter Toast
Breakfast in the mountains. The birds are closing in as the insects stir and the bees are soon back to work in the blooms of the crepe myrtle.
Breakfast in the mountains. The birds are closing in as the insects stir and the bees are soon back to work in the blooms of the crepe myrtle.
Roadtrip anyone?
“Candy?”
“Yes.”
“I love writing in the rain.”
“‘Tis better than wild fires.”
What do you do with a cat who dances with you and his favorite song is Jelly 292?
Happy Birthday, Musie!
Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart
Long Live The Queen!
Some lyrics in search of a bass line at the Nutjobbers’ Ball.
Caution: Hairy Haiku
The saucers in Nia’s tea set are covered in little dragonfly nets.