Falling Branches – Eskildoodle Photos and Feelings

Yesterday, after about 45 minutes in the pool in the warm sunshine, clouds blew in with a chill that chased us out of the water. Tree-trimming gusts of cold air scattered broken branches about the yard, and one landed on the birdfeeder. Soon, I’ll be busy clearing tree debris from the yard; after the branchesContinue reading “Muster the Bluster”