When November’s dark and cold days roll in, I am reminded of our early days in the Kickapoo Valley and our cheerful, early-rising baby, who must have thought she was a farmer and it was time for morning chores.
When November’s dark and cold days roll in, I am reminded of our early days in the Kickapoo Valley and our cheerful, early-rising baby, who must have thought she was a farmer and it was time for morning chores.