September. Sunshine. Selling time!
Clear title: If you have it, you clearly own your house.
“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco,” wrote Mark Twain.
The petite, muddy handprints of raccoons splayed over the outdoor cushions, reminding me there must have been quite a (wildlife) party last night.
Owls like to dine on rats. Right?
“Things I Hear Myself Say”
Do I Have Your Attention? Submissions Wanted.