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 want 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.
Name the pretties.