Wednesday, November 7, 2012


On nights when dusk settles in early and a rainy mist streaks the kitchen windows, I catch myself thinking of simpler times.

Of times when fires were built to warm cold winter toes and butter churned for freshly baked biscuits. When homemade pies cooled on windowsills and books were read beneath love-stitched quilts.  

And I remember, once again, that I may have been born an era too late. Seems I do a lot of my thinking when the clouds give way to rain. 


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