There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
Mon pays, c'est l'hiver.
my dog blog
my Flickr photos, where my plants and fungus live
That's the best kind of mining.
Damn, now I want ice cream. Even though it's still too cold for ice cream.
My kind of mining. Naturally, there's no ice cream in the house.
My climbing instructor used to take a pot of strawberry jam with him on expeditions, find a clean, fresh area of snow, hollow-out a little pit, pour in the jam, stir around a bit;
Joker, we used to do that when we were kids, only with real maple syrup :-)
retrospective bon apetit!
Oh yeah. Perfection.
shoes you can dance in. If you're up for it I'll arrange your own private tango lesson followed by a group one and then... we shall see....
btw I've moved Bulgaria to June
keep on digging there. you've not quite finished the job...
I almost did! I never do that. But I was soooo hungry. I got all the nuts out though. : )
hahah. you ate ice cream because you were hungry? my my.