open window and a little suitcase full of dear friendly scarves.
[for, truth be told, be a scarf not friendly, out it goes into the wild world.]
snowshoes to the right, hitherto unused.
"toast and bacon and marmalade every breakfast"
[emily of new moon by lm montgomery]
my other current reading obsession.
how did herr bach know precisely how to express my thoughts?
i've recently inherited my grandmother's wee espresso cup. it's a dear, isn't it?
..it comes welcomed into glad company.
i've always had a penchant for small things.
like a troupe of wee bears.
naughty, but tasty too, and all the way from germany.