Monday, February 12, 2007
As a Victorian town we have alot of beautiful wrought iron fences, but I like what's behind the gates. My neighbor, Sarah, has quite a bit in bloom right now including - but not limited to - roses, this heavily laden orange tree and these yellow trumpet thingies. Sometimes I see Sarah on my walks while she's walking her sheepdog, but it takes her twice as long because her dog thinks that there is a cat hiding under every car.
Posted by Theresa the Innkeeper at 4:09 PM