It’s a thing. And I’m feeling it. If you’ve been frustrated recently because my blog won’t let you comment, you aren’t alone. Myself and everyone else, other than the chosen…
She “goes to bed wi’ th’ sun, And with him rises weeping.’ – Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale It does seem to be craning to look at the sun for guidance…
“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle…
It’s been a busy week of making Christmas gifts. As I was clicking the mouse to arrange the same pictures differently for calendars over and over, or wrapping wire…
So I’m going to ramble about things on the bookish front. These are some of the books I’ve kept beside me for stolen moments. Some have been beside me for…
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So, so beautiful!
Thanks, Ninotchka. They really, truly are.
When I saw this on Flickr I fell in love with your composition. I didn't have time then to look at your blog post. Glad I came over today to see your words about your grandparents. So sweet!
Thanks, Gail. I could never do justice to the way they have lived before us and for us, but I try.