My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it was summer when I slept, It’s winter now I waken. CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Share this:TweetEmailPrintMoreRedditShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related OnehundredsixtyeightOnehundredseventy
Nice solar panels 🙂
lol.. well, thank you for stopping by Bradley.