IndieAni Bones and the Whiteleaf Cross

One Sunday morning, I woke up to rain and grey clouds. My suggestion that I take the visiting ball-guy for a nice walk while she went to work was vetoed, but by the time she came back, so had summer. The sun was shining, the day was getting hotter, even if it was blowing aContinue reading “IndieAni Bones and the Whiteleaf Cross”