Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Rafter of Turkeys

In our front yard, earlier today!

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

What Kitties Do Best