Very dark, dreary day.
Rainy day off and on. . .
Thick clouds all day. . rain at night.
I thought she was a Palomino, my friend worked
with horses and she said it is a Buckskin.
nobody to scratch her back. . .she did that several times.
Ok, I think she got it. . .
. . oh, no. You were taking my picture! Grief.
Time for the good stuff.
Squirrel ran away to the garden.
The bad news is time flies; the good news is you’re the pilot. ~ Michael Altshuler