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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Blogtober 25: Fly, leaves, fly
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I s...
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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... -
"I know fall is here, although the world is still green with summer. And I feel an urgency to gather in all the loveliness of the pas... -
There we were, walking with friends along a wooded path. As we approached a couple standing very still, they put their fingers to their li...
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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