Thursday 9 September 2010 –
Thought this would be a good place to put this.
Nice, isn’t it?
My mom had a black swan that she’d talk to. Pauly, he came with the farm. It was a sad day when he died…
My sisters bought my parents two white swans, for their anniversary, I think, but they flew away. Life is short!
So many wonderful things about living here. It’s 6:30 a.m. and the birds aren’t awake yet. Wonder what I will hear this morning?