
The Mystery Flower of the Enchanted Wood
In front of the house, down over the hill There’s a whole world all of it’s own. A flower does bloom and the air is still A flower whose name is not known. I know what you think, I should know its name As a million are blooming right here. But I don’t know much, bluster’s my game Nice photos, green thumb and good cheer. … Continue reading The Mystery Flower of the Enchanted Wood