July 28, 2005
It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur,
this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the
changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of
swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the
love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.
~E.B. White~
song playing....Funk Pretty