A cold wind is blowing. The treetops are swaying and my breath drifts off in white whispers. The brown and gray landscaping is starting to take a toll on me. And then that moon.
A cold wind is blowing. The treetops are swaying and my breath drifts off in white whispers. The brown and gray landscaping is starting to take a toll on me. And then that moon.
I feel like one of the cats curled in the beams streaming through the window, seeking warmth. Beyond the glass, across the lawn heavy frost sparkles. The thermometer read minus 5 this morning before sunrise. Pipes are frozen at the kitchen sink, as is the faucet outdoors we use to water the animals. This …
I hope that Y’all came through the holiday season with blessings and all good things. I in my elf slippers and Mr. Cottage in his flannel, we snuggled in on Christmas eve for a day of just doing for us. Mr. Cottage and I have had a long tradition of cooking a special Christmas Eve …
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