Oysters to Hammocks: The Pace of the Lowcountry
I awake to the gentle falling rain tapping against my window. Pitter pat. Pitter pat. My ever-cuddling dog scoots in closer for her early morning snuggles.
I awake to the gentle falling rain tapping against my window. Pitter pat. Pitter pat. My ever-cuddling dog scoots in closer for her early morning snuggles.