Writing is an emotional bunker to which I retreat to protect myself from the war zone of life. Brown, short tufts,. Earth meets hoary blue,. I could not write to describe you. Much as I desired to ascribe to you,. The winter and the fall in leaves of thoughts,. All my literary plans tied in frustrating knots,.

Fully Guided Tours of Castles, Gardens and the History of the UK. My William Morris Quilt is Complete. I am not thrilled with some of the block patterns. Some patterns where quite intricate and challenging to make, others were a whiz to piece. I kept up with making a block each week. It was fun deciding which fabrics to use in each block.

Same same, but different. Moose stew and Whiskey Dicks. I pack my bedroll before dawn, blowing on my hands until they can be warmed by a pot of oatmeal.

Asymp; Leave a comment. So I perused my blog this morning. I will try and update more as time permits me. Have a fabulous week folks. Asymp; Leave a comment. Honestly, it is my favourite time of the year.

A Word Press Blog Which Will Make You Smile. In my dreams i see your smile. Just being close to you. To sleep, as my eyes. Near you, the sadness. To embrace you, to walk,. And talk to you, so my. By the power in your.