As the darkness sets in, as the storms do gather round the little manor house in which we dwell, as Fenris Wolf do stir and start to howl - Judith Starkadder do finally break off from a summer spent wishing the plants would grow, to let us know that Autumn be as bad as ever. And the earth may burn but we will quiver.
It's not blogged often, but I love it when it appears. Beyond the Woodshed.
And so do I!
ReplyDeleteGo go the woodshed! I've kept them in my google reader in hope and now it is all worthwhile.
ReplyDeleteBut look here, if you had a little mop and could wash the dishes more quickly, you could have more time in the cowshed with the dumb beasts.
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