7.09.2012

Early Spring*

*To explain why the yard had not yet been cleaned of winter's detrius.


Most of the time, the scene that greets me when I look out the window is not so bloody.

Most of the time.





What kind of mother would allow this?!





Not I.  Surely, not I.



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