When you live on a farm, you need to face the reality of death. If you buy an animal there is not just the optimistic
Ruminations of a Confessional Calvinist
When you live on a farm, you need to face the reality of death. If you buy an animal there is not just the optimistic
A. Faith Brummel I met Daisy on a sunny June day. The sky was cloudless, but the breeze was cool. I opened the window shade