The groundhog is eating my dill so I photographed them for eternity. Except I am 20+ versions in to just one of the images and still not happy with any version. Maybe I should have let the groundhog eat it. … Read the rest
Dill Love
Gallop apace you fiery-footed steeds.
If love be bling, I mean blind, it best agrees with night.
Romeo?
He’s dead.
Shame, really.
But, you saw it coming, no?
Juliet begging to learn how to lose a winning match was a … Read the rest