dear, on days like these.
~ Ernest Dowson
The cold weather finally
made it's way south and
this weekend saw the
first fire of the season.
We ate a lovely warm
salad from one of my
favorite book's.
I am hard at work with
Christmas gift making.
This is a drawing Emerson
did that I copied onto cloth,
am going to embroidery then
turn into a pillow.
The mail delivered the last
Love Note. I am not a writer,
but I always sign up to challenge
myself. It was fun, in a scary,
heart pounding way.
I am learning to
be a kitty mama
which is a good
thing since where
I go, Bette follows.
There was a hiccup in my
sweater knitting...not because
of the pattern, it was all me,
but thanks to a phone call
with a dear, dear friend, I
am back on track and my
Pappaw doesn't need to have
a 100" arm.
to your week my friend.
Joining with Amanda