Showing posts with label beans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beans. Show all posts

Friday, May 6, 2011

We Just Live Here


Why the drying clothes are not directly in front of Betsy the Woodstove.  

Actually, I need to get to her to stir the beans or have some tea, so I'm just kidding, Price!  (But don't tell him.)

 







His wounds are almost gone; this is how a melting kitty in front of the stove looks.  The big scar down his middle is from the operation.  He don't care.