Who Is The Meandering Matriarch? Posted by The Meandering Matriarch. Well, once again I am hoist with my own petard. Or, put another way, I am foiled by my own plan. This is one of those times. Not just because it will be more than a little costly, but because I was a bit emotionally attached to the items in question. Or the crystals not crystally enough? Has to be replaced, but my favourites.

My baby, and my books. This is the town with the house with the woman with the fire inside. She arranges her mornings with needles and flowers, becoming quieter. Everyday wishing there is more to life than this great lone pine. They do not talk to her anymore, nor do they visit her with apple pies. The future is a gray seagull, they say, the sun has gone to another.

Cats, as all cat parents know, have sass. And when I decided to write my very first limerick, I knew it had to be about a sassy cat! Hellip; More A catty limerick. I had a wonderful dream in the wee h.