All the babies have opened their bright little eyes now and are starting to venture out of the nest. TEN balls of fuzzy cuteness. Surely heaven will be filled with bunnies.
They're not pretty but neither are feet. They can't help it. Coffee - a daily comfort. Toads? We live in Toad Hall - christened that by our kids who'd never seen a mid-western American Gothic Foursquare, having only lived in single-story adobes in the flare of desert sun. So to their eyes it looked like Toad's mansion from Wind in the Willows. Here was where we began Ransom Fellowship and I began writing a quarterly publication called Notes From Toad Hall, which you can also find here. Thank you for stopping by. But you should know according to Wired magazine:The Web is Dead. But that's okay, I'm happy to see you even if it's late and getting dark.
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