Strung Out.

Strung Out.

All a glow for our seasonal spiritual uplift somewhere along the edge of the woods. We’re still drifting over here from one steamy mug of tea to another trying to get used to the blast of wintriness that decked us. … Continue reading

An Unhaunted House

An Unhaunted House

Sweetest trimmings of the night. Even I would stand on these steps singing for sweets. No one startling or repelling anyone here, Only verdant windowsills, strung with cheerful mini lanterns to admire.