His hiding place
I call him George. He's always jumping, running around the house, singing his morning and evening serenades and it's a joy to watching him. I have decided to show you his favorite hiding place under the trees.
|walkersons fields by George Veltchev|
from -Waiting for Autumn- (in Full Colours Only)
|A smile is worth a thousand words by alberto_b|
from Fill the frame