It’s cold, wicked cold, and blowy, hundred acre wood kind of blowy. Picture Piglet hanging out there sideways on a tree. But I’m holding on, because I know it’s coming.
The green.
It’s cold, wicked cold, and blowy, hundred acre wood kind of blowy. Picture Piglet hanging out there sideways on a tree. But I’m holding on, because I know it’s coming.
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Aww. Love the Piglet image in my head now.
i have a feeling with my recent move to the desert of Arizona that the “Green” will not be coming… OH DEAR!