The sun shone. The sky was blue. We ate soup for tea and shared the last two of a batch of pies that I'd made up from leftover stew.
The fridge is empty.
I've rediscovered cooking. This makes me very happy.
Variations In Multiple Tempos On A Garden Bouquet, Or, Saturday Morning at
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Arranging flowers made my mother anxious. Her mother, the original Grande
Dame, had traveled a good deal and after a trip to Japan (I believe, one is
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