Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e
those are pretty awesome windmills!
ReplyDeletei dont mind the layout so much but this grey background is zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....
seriously. i want to scrapbook it. spackle it with magazine clippings. how come that doesn't work for the internet?
ReplyDeletewell, it does, but you have to have some knowledge of computer programming... you could take a class and then have your very own website apart from a hosting site like blogger...
ReplyDeleteHey, so can I call you Don Quixote?
ReplyDeleteno! i don't want to fight them... they're just pretty. :)
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