Impatient Jim Fall often means rain. Not that it’s worthy of complaint, as after such a dry summer, any precipitation is welcome. Unless it’s the frozen kind. That fluffy, freezing cold white stuff, is not welcome, certainly not yet. Some rain fell over a few days, then
Read more →On the Twelfth Day of Jim Having Jim join the family, has brought to mind, memories of a past blind horse, but not for me, for the hubby. When he was a young boy, his family was friends with folk just down the road, who had a
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