It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
Monday, March 3, 2008
Give me bark skin and Limbs reflecting sunlight, now. The crow flies quickly.
***** more photos of the old oak tree and it's scars