“Another crappy day in Paradise,” as one wit has been heard to say on a gray, chilly, wet morning here.
When the fog rolls in
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
“Another crappy day in Paradise,” as one wit has been heard to say on a gray, chilly, wet morning here.
Jnana's Red Barn 
It’s lovely…my favourite kind of day.
I have this sound machine that’s an alarm, and I set my alarm for the foghorn…