…where they are not natural.
…where they technically shouldn’t thrive.
…where they weren’t raised.
…where they eventually blossom, thrive, and call home.
Two years ago, Mr. Burgher became a Burgher. While we all still miss South Carolina here and there, I think he’s found his next home (and he bleeds black and gold through and through). Hey Mr. Burgher, guess what that means? Something special is coming up in a few weeks. . . 😉