flax-golden tales: the floral post
the floral post I thought the box on the fence was a proper mailbox because it said “post” but the first outgoing letter I put inside reappeared on my windowsill the next day with
the floral post I thought the box on the fence was a proper mailbox because it said “post” but the first outgoing letter I put inside reappeared on my windowsill the next day with
This is an unnumbered list of things I really like right now. Snapshot of the happy-making tastes and sights and sounds of mid-August, 2013. Homemade scones with maple butter. I love scones but
we cannot see our destination but we can see far enough to get there When we reach the shore we debate whether it is a lake or a pond or an ocean or a
It is finally August 6th! I have been waiting for this day for so long because two of the best books I’ve read in the past year are out today, hurrah! Double book birthday!
impending doom in fluffy coats The fence won’t hold, when it comes down to it. Everyone knows this—the fear is of when and not of if—but it is not a subject for discussion. The fence is only the
Busy busy around here, even before I got caught in the rain this morning, so now things are both busy and soggy. In lieu of proper post, I shall put this here so you