August
By martha
Acres of hay have been zipped up across the island into row upon row of scattered, silent bales. They look like big scratchy aspirin waiting to be plucked up by a giant with one mother of a headache.
By martha
Acres of hay have been zipped up across the island into row upon row of scattered, silent bales. They look like big scratchy aspirin waiting to be plucked up by a giant with one mother of a headache.
If you happen to remember, where was that photo taken?
that’s actually the field right behind the lodge/club/bait shop/doughnut stand.
For reals? 😉
I should have recognized…