Share a greased tea with me...

Quiet day.

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Eve is in charge of feeding the birds and on her weekends with her dad she always reminds me to put some food out for them.

"Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings."
Victor Hugo.

Be as birds people. Be as birds.

xKx