“Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!” I know, often overused, but that line from the Rubaiyat fits the way I’ve always felt about getting out...
I think that if I went back twenty or so years and looked at my notes, I would probably be waxing poetic about fall....
Petey talks about Irises and very good dog. Makes sense, sorta. Irises are found around the world. I’ve seen them atop our sky islands...
