save for sundays, i wake when it’s pitch dark. early morning and i have always fancied one another. coffee, candle, clean crisp thinking. i’m my most guttural come 4am. i’ve ceased reading/watching morning news. she’s been stirring our souls...
i see you spring…… scarves of silk and swishing skirts are anxiously waiting to come out and play. it’s time for sweet peas and apricots to shoo away the dusty doldrums of season sad. bows and boudouir…….with remnants still of boyfriend...
i was looking around and couldn’t help but chuckle at all the girl that seems to be invading the house of late….. here’s a favorite to keep you in a blushing mood day long: keeping it pretty in pink today loves…. Similar posts:'round here….we...
