i have a daughter named Thankful Sage..i love the smell of dirt, beeswax and burning leaves..i left my heart in the woods and i am always looking at the night sky..i love steel cut oatmeal and covered bridges, the taste of sweet dreams tea and crushing dried locust shells..i can no longer do cartwheels, i am learning to knit, i love cutting grass and pulling weeds, and i have my grandmothers loom almost set up.. i cant wait to teach my girl about herbs, i have a antique, soap and botanical shop..i am a soapmaker and an herb grower and a beekeeper..i make a mean latte..i love daisies, lambs ear and buttercups... i love being a mother..my favorite color is french gray and the best word is 'wonderful'...
I gather from the non-posting of my last message that old friends are no longer important to you (as they once were). Or maybe its just me who isn't. Let it be known, I tried. Again. I am running out of tries. Is that the point?
i posted this last comment because an old friend named kate needed attention. kate, you know how to find me, we can deal with our friendship in less public spaces. this area is meant other things. but, yes, i still miss your friendship.
I love this photo!! Nice work. I'm beaming.
ReplyDeleteI gather from the non-posting of my last message that old friends are no longer important to you (as they once were). Or maybe its just me who isn't. Let it be known, I tried. Again. I am running out of tries. Is that the point?
ReplyDeletei posted this last comment because an old friend named kate needed attention. kate, you know how to find me, we can deal with our friendship in less public spaces. this area is meant other things. but, yes, i still miss your friendship.
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