Saturday, August 24, 2013

Strawberry Window


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

the wildwood flower grew wild on the farm and we never knew what it was called. Some said it was a flower and some said it was a weed ( I didn't give it much thought ) one day I was talking to my brother and reached down for a weed to chew on ... things got fuzzy and things got blurry ... and then everything's gone! Didn't know what happened but I knew it beat the hell out of sniffing burlap. I came too and my brother said whats wrong with your eyes ... I said I don't know I was chewing on a weed. He said let me give it a try. Spent the rest of that day and most of that night trying to find my brother Bill. Caught up with him about 6:00 the next morning naked singing on the windmill. He said he flew up there. I had to fly up to get him down, he's about half crazy.

Moe, go Cleveland Browns (hah hah haaaa!)