A year ago today we left Virginia. That morning, I woke up early and wrote a post about the going-away present our backyard had given us.
Yesterday, the friends we left behind gave us that present all over again.
Oh, Blue Ridge friends and butterflies! How we miss you!
A Little Smackerel of Nothing
Old man, how is it that you hear these things?
Not to make you feel old or anything, but
Our Life (Together) Is So Precious (Together)