Rufus Montgomery
Rufus Montgomery spent most of his time in a dense brush near an old Wesleyville farmhouse. Unlike other rabbits, Rufus had a unique talent. He had a deep understanding…
Staunton Farm stood in the heart of Wesleyville’s tranquil countryside, nestled within rolling hills and fields. Oscar Woodward resided here with vibrant feathers that shimmered in the morning sun. Oscar proudly woke the farm up every dawn when the first rays of pink and orange sunlight with his cock-a-doodle. His chest puffed out, and his head held high. He crowed and broke the stillness in the air. A new day welcomed the farm.
Rufus Montgomery spent most of his time in a dense brush near an old Wesleyville farmhouse. Unlike other rabbits, Rufus had a unique talent. He had a deep understanding of others’ thoughts and feelings. This came in quite handy when hiding from humans and any other unwanted attention from prey. He was well over a century old, but no worries, he still was spry and full of youth and vigor.
We have an irresistible concoction that everyone is now addicted to. It all starts with our authentic coconut rum gifted to us by Renee from her trip to Jamaica. This is our new summer pool cocktail. Now, let me share the recipe for this delightful drink and suggest some additions that will elevate the experience.
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Notes: To enhance the presentation and add a touch of flair, consider adding cranberries and oranges as decorative elements. Prepare to indulge in this delightful blend of flavors. Cheers!
Preliminary sketch of Glasgow’s Apple Cider Farm based on a barn on Ramsay Road.
Rufus Montgomery spent most of his time in a dense brush near an old Wesleyville farmhouse. Unlike other rabbits, Rufus had a unique talent. He had a deep understanding…
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In September, snow mountain was still in various greens with a hint of gold awaiting the blaze of vibrant colors to come. The maple trees swayed in the gentle breeze, their leaves just thinking about turning a brilliant shade of red and orange. The sun illuminated the golden fields, and Alice grabbed her tote with her sketchbook, a soft blanket, a thermos of hot tea and a fresh apple from the orchard. Just for today, she would slow down and enjoy the world around her. It was a perfect day to escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and just be.
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Flower Petal to flower petal, Elvin flitted about. Sweet nectar, he sought to sustain the beat, beat, beat of his wings. To his left and to his right, he took flight finding morsel after morsel to feed him.
There up ahead, was a house he knew that had sweet nectar in abundance. The vessel, bright red, swung gently in the afternoon breeze. He flew ahead.