goodnight
Sweet dreams Jim. I hope there are mountains to hike in heaven. And that the Old Man of the Mountain will greet you there.
dead bird
There’s a dead bird in our kitchen vent. It wasn’t always dead. In fact a couple weeks ago it was making quite a ruckus. I woke up one morning to find Marley perched on the stove looking earnestly at an incessant scratching sound coming from the vent. More excitement than she’s had in weeks. When … Continue reading
Black and Sun 