Many years ago, I lived by the blueberry hill at the edge of the forest. It was a small crest girdled with thin footpaths that stood between the forest and the encroaching city. Every evening after work, I would walk home along those dreamy paths in the light of the setting sun. Towering pines and broad-reaching oak trees rose among the blueberry patches, and over the years I grew fond of all that grew and lived there.
[TALE] Firewood
[TALE] Firewood
[TALE] Firewood
Many years ago, I lived by the blueberry hill at the edge of the forest. It was a small crest girdled with thin footpaths that stood between the forest and the encroaching city. Every evening after work, I would walk home along those dreamy paths in the light of the setting sun. Towering pines and broad-reaching oak trees rose among the blueberry patches, and over the years I grew fond of all that grew and lived there.