October is the treasure of the year, and all the months pay bounty to her store.
Photo by evangelinar
When August days are hot and dry, I won’t sit by and sigh or die, I’ll get my bottle on the sly, and go ahead, and fish, and lie.
Photo by Quang Nguyen
Oh it was sweet to think that May should be ours again, hoping it not, I shrink out of the sight of men.
Photo by Khamkeo Vilaysing
Door Peter
Mensenmens, zoon, echtgenoot, vader, opa.
Spiritueel, echter niet religieus.
Ik hou van golf, wandelen, lezen en de natuur in veel opzichten.
Onderzoeker, nieuwsgierig, geen fan van de mainstream media (MSM).
