Tiptoeing to check on Winnie napping, our human noticed that there was a smile on Winnie's face.
Was Winnie really smiling or was it our human's imagination?
Was Winnie really smiling or was it our human's imagination?
Spanning 4 generations from the lady who introduced me to her household and placed in the high traffic most-loved area in the dining hall, I have heard conversations, differences and whispers on world affairs to traditions to hand-me-down secret recipes. There are many tales to tell - for the benefit of her grand children and great grands.