This is the fuzzy haiwed baby that we wove.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The new lambs were bleating just across the fence, a soft wind was blowing and the meadowlarks singing. Ah.. And is there anything more wonderful than seeing a little boy play freely in the great out of doors? I think not.
Finneas Luman, Ransom Keith, and Beorn Daniel Barbour
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