In the Misty Morning

The Goosethwaite Family

Down at the lake today...

Mother Goose avec her goslings and Father Goose guarding them. At one point Father Goose assumed a right menacing position and charged some passersby geese who were getting a bit too close for comfort.

Honk honk honkeroo!

The Unfurl - Secret Hipster Poem

It happens little by little...

We all have leaves

That shoot up full of life

From dark places.

Often they arise from pain;

Oftener still, they grow and collect

Any drop of sunshine's joy

And any coolness of the rain.

In so serving to feed us -

Nourish and be-deck us.

Wreathes of 

Garlands of

SWAG.