[Continued from Here]He looks over his shoulder, then back to her. "My home is but a stone cottage and small," he says. "No fit dwelling for a lady, but perhaps we might find some arrangements ( Read more... )

The back meadow had gotten overgrown and so Klingsor has decided to take the scythe to it. Right now, he's using a bamboo rake to gather up the drying grass and weeds, prior to piling it up in a wheelbarrow and carting it off to the compost heap behind the stone shack.

He's in a good mood and he's humming as he putters along.

Do they smoke? (And what? How often ( Read more... )