tarabunnyears:
Lil' red door
tarabunnyears:
Don't eat the red berries.
tarabunnyears:
Beware Bank Robbers
tarabunnyears:
The big bang theory
tarabunnyears:
Down on the farm.
tarabunnyears:
Berries basking in the sun.
tarabunnyears:
The Earth Laughs in Flowers
tarabunnyears:
Each flower is a soul opening out to nature.
tarabunnyears:
My what a big ladder you have.
tarabunnyears:
Beanies to the rescue.
tarabunnyears:
Cheerfull holly.
tarabunnyears:
Red, white... uh where's the blue?
tarabunnyears:
When one has tasted watermelon he knows what the angels eat.
tarabunnyears:
Red Roof Inn?
tarabunnyears:
Red is the ultimate cure for sadness.
tarabunnyears:
Now I am craving a moonpie.
tarabunnyears:
The nocturnal butterfly.
tarabunnyears:
Raspberry or unripened blackberry, I can never tell the difference.
tarabunnyears:
A dog's fantasy.
tarabunnyears:
Red is the ultimate cure for sadness.
tarabunnyears:
Not so little red wagon.
tarabunnyears:
The caterpillar does all the work but the butterfly gets all the publicity.
tarabunnyears:
Fall is approaching.
tarabunnyears:
A Christmas leaf?
tarabunnyears:
This is a mandolin. You can tell because a man is playing it, if a woman was playing it would be a womandolin.
tarabunnyears:
Autumn is in full force.
tarabunnyears:
Ain't No Sunshine
tarabunnyears:
“On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .”
tarabunnyears:
Stinking Benjamin
tarabunnyears:
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.
