I find eggs in unexpected places when the girls mischievously lay them outside their nesting box. Sometimes I put them in my pocket. Sometimes I forget that I put that egg in my pocket. Sometimes I get a drippy gooey surprise.
I find eggs in unexpected places when the girls mischievously lay them outside their nesting box. Sometimes I put them in my pocket. Sometimes I forget that I put that egg in my pocket. Sometimes I get a drippy gooey surprise.
I went up in the attic, out to the garage and into the far depths of my studio and pulled out boxes of dusty, crusty moth-eaten, beautiful stuff.
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Back in October, I decided to preserve some of the last flowers of the season from our gardens, by means of pressing. I went out to the gardens and cut the best-looking cosmos.
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