I stepped outside my sun room door one morning with a cup of coffee in hand while still in my bathrobe.
Sitting down on the door sill I marveled at the morning's ornaments.
I breathed deeply and the lilacs obliged.
at home on Thursday
Early morning walk in the swirling snow down to the creek bed. This American Beech tree rightfully observed, glorious in its sober cinnamon...
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The last time I joined in with Ginny's yarn along I was knitting a green market bag. I finally completed it and wanted to share it amon... -
G.K. Chesterton says, “There are two ways of getting home; and one of them is to stay there. The other is to walk round the whole world till...