Fall portends sleep and death, yet, in the meadow, among the teasel, there is hope for renewal.
Fall portends sleep and death, yet, in the meadow, among the teasel, there is hope for renewal.
Autumn Teasel
Fall portends sleep and death, yet, in the meadow, among the teasel, there is hope for renewal.
Fall portends sleep and death, yet, in the meadow, among the teasel, there is hope for renewal.
They're Calling To Me 
