My Amish Home | Rainy days and fond remembrances
During the night, it sounded like we had a real gully washer. And just when it was getting dry enough that I could get out in the shed without wading in mud to feed the horse. "Kno…
During the night, it sounded like we had a real gully washer. And just when it was getting dry enough that I could get out in the shed without wading in mud to feed the horse. "Kno…