For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Once we got on the hill dad sat down on the only rock large enough to sit on. “There’s nothing to for me to sit on,” I said. “There’s an old stump over there,” dad pointed out. “That has to be 50 feet away,”… Continue Reading “Steve’s Country Cabin Journal #6.”
Hi everyone and welcome once again to my journal. Today let’s turn the pages back a bit to a time in the past and see what we have for us to enjoy today. It’s a sunny but frosty fall morning in October. I was… Continue Reading “Steve’s Country Cabin Journal #4.”