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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One Last Day in May
I'm barely slipping under the clock with this last May post. In most of the world it's already June. Outside my window a line of clo...
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February has never been a favourite month. Growing up in more northerly climes, it seemed that winter had made herself too comfortable and... -
The stars are always above us, swirling in the vast reaches of space, hidden by clouds or, more frequently, by light, that of the sun or o... -
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all ...
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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