“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’m combining some days because this little family trip took three days. The point was to hike Enchanted Rock all day one Saturday. This is the Texas Hill country, which…
Our marriage is 21, that is. We celebrated it quietly by almost forgetting and remodeling our tiny kitchen. It will now be a nicer looking, tiny kitchen. But a…
When I talk about this cardigan I always want to put on an affectation of a southern lady’s voice. I am a southern lady, so this is very affected. It…
I buckled down and focused for a few evenings to get through the front panels on my Eastwood. The tv was off, my book languished, and I mostly worked…
I think I’m officially a sock knitter, guys! This is pair number 6 of the year, which means I’m almost over the hump in my Box o Sox/ Year of…
I love walking in the evening at Christmastime. All of the lights from within houses like hearths, or little rectangular beacons, glow to draw family home. I can’t pass…
