I have a collection… A little unusual as the use for these originally was to blow your nose… My collection started when my Nanny, a.k.a. grandmother, died and I was sent a few of her things. Some were doilies she had crocheted and…
A tree lined park, a shady path, a stream – things painters illustrate, writers help us imagine, and we often take for granted. Winding our way along such a path my husband noticed the bark of certain trees was peeling off and laying…
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