“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
I know, what a cheesy title. And you just thought blogs were the non-dairy way to say, “Dear Diary…” I run. It’s just something I have to do. (sole, 365…
I really should be almost finished with the Downton knitalong sweater, but lots of things have been happening in our lives and that of close family. My time to work…
With this 365 I thought I’d take the chance to say a word about mothering my daughter at the age of 15: purifying. Like a vat of molten precious metal…
Oh yeah, we’ve got it.
I haven’t been writing very much, but I have potential posts stacking up in my evernotes that need to be set free. So this one is about our honey harvest…
Usually seeing a project progress gives me a lift. Something tangible is getting accomplished! But this year I’ve found I’m getting bogged down in projects. I haven’t shifted my expectations…
