MY COUNTRY, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing…. A warm, sultry summer morning dawns, with just a whisper of a breeze rustling the leaves. The Bluebird is warbling in the meadow. More...
YOU CITY dwellers (or anyone connected to a water system) do not have to contend with an eyesore we country mice have: a big ugly metal pipe coming up in the middle of the lawn - the wellhead for our artesian wells. More...