Last Weekend’s Gift
Last weekend…a gift. We drove a long way, and it was worth every minute, every mile. Last weekend’s gift of
Last weekend…a gift. We drove a long way, and it was worth every minute, every mile. Last weekend’s gift of
New life springs from decay; the rotting birch offers its fading strength to a cedar seedling. A monarch drinks deep
(smaller button below) Here at the Food on Fridays carnival, any post remotely related to food is welcome—though we love to
For the cicadas’ and crickets’ late summer serenade.For lingering warmth, stretching out summer.For rain after weeks of dry.For food in