|I am the god of cold weather and cloudy skies. I eat your tiny flurries for breakfast and belch them out by lunch. Your ground shall remain green with ugly brown spots and windblown litter until my head blows off or birds steal my beard.|
Sunday, December 2, 2018
Not More Hay Bales
Yes, more hay bales.
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