The question is not what you look at, but what you see. Henry David Thoreau I see gray. Again. It could be—actually it is, let’s be honest—a tad discouraging that spring in all her warm and sunny splendour is so tardy this year. But yesterday I saw pea sprouts in someone’s plot at the community
The question is not what you look at, but what you see. Henry David Thoreau I see gray. Again. It could be—actually it is, let’s be honest—a tad discouraging that spring in all her warm and sunny splendour is so tardy this year. But yesterday I saw pea sprouts in someone’s plot at the community
