Earth has not anything to show more fair
“Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty”
Call me a dreamer. Call me a sadster. Tell me I need to get out more.
But hey, really. Is there anything more gorgeous than a neatly trimmed, manured, freshly dug vegetable plot?
Posted on 6th February 2010
Under: Winter | 15 Comments »