Hush…our first winter storm here in Connecticut, an inch of white that yet managed to lay upon the limbs and branches to make a wonderworld of winter. And on the road, a good quarter inch of sand.
Open in the frameshop, yet working in the house as Susie Homemaker today. For family visiting tomorrow, homemade ravioli (Italian piorogi) for lunch with salad, bread, and coffee tapioca pudding.
And yes of course; must clean the house of flour somehow trailed into all the rooms.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Flour dust is too small for wings but big enough for DNA, and I swear within every single solitary speck of flour dust there is a DNA factor related to a strong will to fly…far and wide…” “to soar to heights and breadths wider than the ocean, higher than the sky, and deeper than the sea. Don’t you think?