A buffalo. I saw my sister-in-law at the bank and asked. And that thing that looks like a buffalo is actually a buffalo. It’s a big metal silhouette. I’ll try to get a close up picture later, because I know you are just dying to see my buffalo.
Where the buffalo roam
February 18, 2009 By 2 Comments
Our house sits on the west edge of town. We are across the road from the New Addition, and also the Prairie Garden. (Technically the Wilson Nature Preserve, I think.) Some probably call it the Mess of Weeds, or something else derogatory. When Mark and I brush our teeth, we usually stand looking out a [...]
