Snow is falling. I cooked a feast as though I was expecting an army. Mr. Cottage carved the turkey, we gathered our little family together, we gave thanks and ate until our bellies could hold no more.
Snow is falling. I cooked a feast as though I was expecting an army. Mr. Cottage carved the turkey, we gathered our little family together, we gave thanks and ate until our bellies could hold no more.
Spring at last. I’ll be away from blog land for a while, so I want to leave you with a few photos.
