We have had some warm days, but today no longer felt like a taste of the future.
Real spring: sprung.
This little guy means business.I hope spring arrived in your neighborhood, too.
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"On days when I cannot
write poetry,
I make biscuits.
And I am just as pleased."
from Gifts from the Sea
by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
write poetry,
I make biscuits.
And I am just as pleased."
from Gifts from the Sea
by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
about me
Busy blurring
the boundary lines in my head between
art and craft
writing and other making
teaching and learning and mothering
fact and fiction
work and play.
Join in. Thanks for visiting.
the boundary lines in my head between
art and craft
writing and other making
teaching and learning and mothering
fact and fiction
work and play.
Join in. Thanks for visiting.
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