I think it's cornbread to be made into cornbread stuffing for Thanksgiving

Here's our Barcs girl, Freya, on our front porch in Charles Village. Hello, Olive, I bet she could out sploot you!

Here in Baltimore, my husband caught me teary-eyed over the passing of a runner duck in Yorkshire. I had to explain how much joy I've felt seeing the loveliest farm animals exit the barn during early morning rush hour, especially Mo. I will so miss Chris looking for Mo to appear. Love to you all💔🦆

Groan

Groan

May 22nd is my husband's and my anniversary. Thank you for apprising me of two more reasons to celebrate: Sherlock Holmes and googly eyes!

Not a song, but snippets of music from “Silo”

Used to be. I grew up in rural areas of the south, and this was how we got our books. In my adult years, I've only lived in large cities where there's no need. They may still exist elsewhere.