Cuppa Tea?
We’re in Portland for a few days, staying in a hotel where my husband has full days of meetings scheduled. I’ve packed my writing, my reading, my knitting, a sketchbook, a mini-paintbox . . .…
View PostWe’re in Portland for a few days, staying in a hotel where my husband has full days of meetings scheduled. I’ve packed my writing, my reading, my knitting, a sketchbook, a mini-paintbox . . .…
View PostI wrote several hundred words of a post trying to explain why I’m having trouble blogging recently, but have left it uncompleted and in draft form for now, for fear of boring you. Instead, I’ll…
View PostNot bad, not bad at all. . . only three weeks have elapsed since my last post, the one which I closed by promising to name the two fat mysteries I borrowed from the library’s…
View PostFor today’s post, let me just tell you that I’ve begun keeping a Garden Journal, trying to do a quick sketch and write a few words about what’s happening out on the terrace. I began…
View Post1. It’s sunny today, with that brisk wind that often comes along to sweep the gloom out of the way. Very welcome as yesterday the skies poured and poured and poured out buckets, and I…
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