For surviving the crisp wintery breeze that nips at my nose, so long as there’s room for slow dancing and a hot toddy. We’re deep into the arctic scene in the northern hemisphere, Jack Frost is downright gnawing at all … Continue reading
Nothing to see up here, okay maybe the robe I’m a sucker for a thirsty Turkish cotton robe after a steamy shower. I descended as quickly as I had scaled the winding staircase to catch a glimpse of the spring … Continue reading
Red has doffed her winter look within days after hailing it. But will I spring about carefree without mine from now on?
In these parts around this time of the year we prance about in a pageantry of spectacular hues. Said bushes go unnoticed the rest of the year and like the au courant staged events to heighten the freight, this bush … Continue reading
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