The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
If only all the bombing in the world was done with yarn, eh.
You have a beautiful door, and the flowers are beautiful, all around. I like poppies, but the only ones I've ever grown (not entirely successfully, except in Albuquerque, New Mexico) are California Poppies (ESCHSCHOLZIA CALIFORNICA).
You have to admire the people that decide to cover innocent letter boxes with knitted hats.
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