I wrote a short poem more than a few years ago about a glimspe of one when Thistle and I were out for an early morning walk. It appearred out of the morning fog and that quickly ghosted away again back amongst the cornstalks.
Mum and I make fruitcake. She was given a recipe by a number of years ago for a very good Southern white fruitcake. Even folks who don't think they like fruitcake like ours. I think it's the bourbon we use to "cure" them.
Hey!?! We've had this "universal" discussion before. Just because BoomBoom has gone off the rails doesn't mean you've gotta join his train wreck. You know none of us will recognize any claims he makes to your herd
Did your mama never tell you when you were a little girl, " Look with your eyes, not, your hands". They're eye candy Clo. Not something bought at Walmart.