Dziś, jutro, wczoraj. zawsze kochali las; przez wiele lat, gdy jeszcze nie byli. Postanowili iść już zawsze jednym szlakiem.

Global warming, I wonder or just that on storm. That seems to haunt us every year. It seems the pretty , fluffy snowfalls of my youth. Are gone, the snow melts and freezes,. Days of melting snow and dangerous ice. I remember walking in the pasture, in the woods. Now filled with disgusting mansions and roadways. Selfish developers heads when they cut.

A pictorial of the Great American West. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.

A record of my fishing trips. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Tale of two trips 8th April and 10th April. Onto BBQ run and I had a slash at my flies but the.

Cindy Rose Phillips blogs about breast cancer, bone cancer, amputation, family, chemotherapy, emotions, stress, anger and life in general.

Humanity Dick and The Donkey. The Vicar Who Went to Prison. We have all felt that initial exuberance of being a part of something new, something important.