Not all who wander are lost. One Night in the Cabin. Settled over the valley as darkness blanketed the landscape. We fell asleep beside the dying embers in the fireplace, the dogs. Beams danced across the aged wooden floor. A tiny mouse scurried along the widow sill nibbling on a piece of stolen cheese. He disturbed the row of clay jars. Seeing the thief, but impotent. Through the bookmarks, I read several aubades.

To many individuals a good quality cake. Is seen almost as an exotic foods. In Jamaica the traditional rich old time Jamaican fruitcake is among the most popular. Unknown to many, this is a spin-off of the age old English plum pudding. This best variation of this cake. There may be also different levels of color and alcohol content depending on the preference of the maker. There are so many variations that you could make a cook book with.

In the meantime, have a look at photos of Mount Edith Cavell and its Angel glacier. A view of the mountain.

Monday, 10 September 2012. The wind was sweeping through my hair, that day. It swept through my hair, my mane. It swept up the cliff face, over the sea, driving the great thing to madness. It tumbled over the goose; it threw the gulls higher and higher into the sky whilst the ravens clung to their trees and laughed at their hapless cousins. My next love; my next victim. But yet, she did come, her hair a flame around her.

Hello and Welcome to My Imagined Worlds, the places my mind looses itself from time to time. Saturday, 22 November 2014. So, a lot has changed in my life since I last wrote in this blog. Monday, 4 April 2011.

Where am I Now? A Firey Start to the New Year. Let me start by saying that we are all fine, including our cats. 8221; I grabbed a jacket and a blanket for the baby and we went outside to the front porch to wait for the firemen. I was writing for a few years on another site but it was really all too personal to share here. I need to win the lottery.