I have put my Spirit upon him . . . a bruised reed he will not break, and a dimly burning wick he will not quench. Isaiah 42:1–3
Tiny baby trees, coated in ice on this cold, sunshiny day.
Read, read, read.
Picking up chickies!
Peep peep peep!!
Bucky likes the chicks!
More coffee, please.
Good lil doggies...
Getting the table scrubbed!
Making Pico de Gallo
Sunshine in a bag!
One happy Chica!!
Have a great week!!
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