flax-golden tales: heart’s desire
heart’s desire They say if you capture a golden deer it has to grant your heart’s desire. I figured therefore they’d be pretty difficult to catch, so when one started hanging around my backyard
heart’s desire They say if you capture a golden deer it has to grant your heart’s desire. I figured therefore they’d be pretty difficult to catch, so when one started hanging around my backyard
So far 2012 has been cold. I always want to hibernate this time of year, post-holidays and winter chilled. Curling up in cups of coffee and trying to get the hang of a brand
I don’t know what to say about 2011. This year was too full to be easily condensed into a December 31st blog post. Everything looks different than it did this time last year, and
a year of you This year required a lot of bottles. I’m not sure how many, I didn’t count. More than last year, but I didn’t know you last year, which still seems strange.
I am always surprised by these last days of the year. They sneak up on me, hiding behind the holidays with a brand new year in tow. I think, “wait, what?” and then it’s
holiday cheer of the reluctant variety I despise the holidays, consumerism and plastered-on merriment wrapped in festive ribbons and shoved down my throat before I’ve even taken my Hallowe’en costume off. Every day a