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Clover sits on her throne and tosses orders to her chicken slaves:
“Fan my neck!”
“Bring me a cookie!”
“WHERE IS MY WINE?!”
Actually, there are bird feeders hanging from the tree above and all the animals love to poke around underneath for fallen seeds. But Clover can dream….
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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by CindyP on March 21, 2010
March 2010
"Lamb-y, then whammy! Get some tickets to Miami! Snow is easing, but we're still freezing. It may be spring by the astronomer, but not by the thermometer. Mighty fine, then leonine."
Sunday, Mar 21
Mostly Cloudy
Currently: 62˚F
Feels Like: 62˚ F
Hi: N/A˚, Lo: 49˚
Walton, WV
courtesy of weather.com
- Quietstorm on In Search of Mrs. Brooks Randolph
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Your blog is the first thing I check every morning. Love everything you share, especially animal pics.
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