Rose who is twelve.
She makes me smile way down deep.
My blessing of her is indescribable.
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a return of sorts
What a smorgasbord of things are on my mind this January day when the cold of winter doth blow and we are bundling up once again with wool...
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This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfa...
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Offense would not be taken if someone defined my life as prosaic. Because in some ways my daily routines could be truly described as such. Y...
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I hope you had a lovely weekend. It must be lovely to be home again amongst your chn and husband.
I just wonder if knitting is better in Winter as it may be too hot in Summer?
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