Tag: Carl Palmer

My three year old grand-boy, moody from his nap, drags his blanket to the patio, sits down to wake...

his only daughter was his son when she was his little girl she knew baseball football basketball...

the seedless dandelion tuft arrives on nonexistent breeze settling softly upon fluffy feline tail...

The store bought balsa birdhouse brought by my grand-girl today now on that same bent rusty nail...