Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand
and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
Edith Sitwell
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Friday Favourites: Here and There
The deep rasping caw of a crow high in a treetop sounded like autumn this morning. When I walk into the garden I cringe at the invisible s...
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"So where did your adventure take you, Bilbo?" "There and back again." J. R. R. Tolkien Our adventure was much shorter t... -
I don't need the calendar to tell me that the end of August approaches. The patch of bright Rudbeckia under the birch tree is a sure s... -
Outside my window the faintest streaks of orange and pink are quickly fading into darkness. And it's only 9 pm. By the end of August o...
Hi Lorrie! I just came across your blog and felt a connection ~ I have the same name spelled the same way. I have browsed some of your posts and intend returning when I have a little more time to visit. See you soon!
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Hurrah for boxing day!
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