Keywords make finding what we want easy. Telling a clerk for what we search makes it simpler for us to get help finding it. What happens when we have no idea how to describe what we want?
From all of us to all of you…
The impish fairy is pouting because I flatly refused her homicidal recitation for today in favor of a twist on my normal stance toward silence.
The impish fairy has decided pastorals are not outmoded by personifying a seed. Yes, a seed.
Saturday Evening Post time, so grab a cuppa and snuggle into a rocker. The fans are on high to chase away the evening heat.
Children tell you what they want as a matter of need. Without telling you what they want, they have no chance of getting it. Wise words these: If you never ask, the answer is always NO.