If you follow this blog, you know that Mr. Fletcher’s favorite thing is to smell the air. Whenever he finds spring lingering there, he’s particularly pleased.
Wet Zorro
Zorro loves to walk. And get dirty. Which is where the bath comes in…
Backyard Campfire
We can’t leave, so we’ll just have to settle for campfires in the yard.
I think Mr. Fletcher is probably okay with hanging out at home.
29 Years Ago
The year was 1991. My hair was curly and not as stylish as my eyeglasses.
Here’s a shot of me “reading it down” (audio not available).
I think I’m gonna just leave this here…