Whenever I go anywhere with my family, I always point out the public library if we happen to pass by. I will most likely not get to see too many of these. So far, I’ve only seen 1.
the place where fibre becomes yarn.
Growing and harvesting a bounty of blessings in my potager.
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
Chronicling a delusional gardening experience.
Footnotes to life start in the Library