“Every leaf speaks bliss to me.” — Emily Bronte In that funny way that some husbands have of teasing, in which my husband excels, today he calls me a peeping leaf-er, so I laugh and say he means a leaf peeper, but he knows and winks, so I tell him that I’ll wear that title proudly, asContinue reading “Leaf Peeping”
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