vignettes

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. – John Steinbeck It’s cold enough to light the fire when we get home on Friday night, but there’s no kindling. We fix that later in the weekend, but for now I make do with newspaper and a blowtorch […]

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the weekend that was

+++ i’ve got one saturday and one sunday every weekend and i’m going to squeeze out every last drop from them – especially when they smell like summer, sound like laughter, and contain mystery dates with my husband. i watched a gannet soaring high above the sea today, wings outstretched in the blue blue sky, […]

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