A Tumbleweed dancing in the light of the moon.
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, It was cold the day I arrived at Tumbleweed Cottage in McGregor. A crisp kind of cold where you don’t shiver, but you would not say no to a mug of the coffee from Strictly Coffee in Robertson which I had become accustomed to while visiting these little patches of vibrantly alive dorpies. Besides,… Continue reading
Mom to many, wife to SirNoid. Lover of water, walks in the shade and all things purple.