“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
Not bad, huh? (Mrs. Darcy – Inspired Cardigan or Prometheus’ Penance, day 122) It looks so prim and sedate. But knitting this was a trip, especially in the last few…
Jennifer at jaykayknits got me thinking with her post about how she started knitting. Today is the first do nothing day I’ve had to think about a response with. Normally,…
Not really. Just a couple, besides the obvious tying of plants. I found these clay eggs at the antique store the other day and temporarily put them in an…
I really don’t mean for these posts on my vacation to drag out like some epic, because it wasn’t. It was only two weeks, but these were the photographic highs…
“There is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still” – Corrie Ten Boom I believe that and a few times have had only that belief with me…
