“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 think it all started with the Fisher Price record player. You know, the one that played: “Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?” Later, I had one like this….
Just a quick greeting before I sign out for the weekend. Looking forward to seeing my family and celebrating what Christ did for me, and you, and them. (365…
The Pour Moi Knitalong is all about laying aside your many knitted gifts for others to eek out a little something for yourself. I feel like a fraud. I mostly…
These photos don’t look very “winter” do they? It’s Second Spring here in Southeast Texas, but I’m knitting away on the wool socks anyhow. You probably recognize the Fine and…
I’ve been behind in posting, but not in taking, yay!I’ve just been up late finishing Full Metal Alchemist and working on stuff around here like this. (365 Day 280) Don’t…
Since I’m going to be out of pocket all weekend, thought I’d leave a few extra posts. (365 Day 87 Photo) Plus, I’m behind on posting my 365’s. This one…
