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.
A Quiet(ish) March, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:10am
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After 17 years at this blog, my mind seems to have built an
every-six-months break into the process. I last left off in September, for
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