I‘m planning a Burn’s Night’s supper. It happens on January 25th and is a night of literature, revelry and haggis. I thought it might be fun to have place settings
I love the chill of winter. The scent of snow and chimney smoke make me swoon. No matter my hurry, a crackling fire shifts me to pause if only briefly.
Ilove snow globes. When i see grand collections, a tinge of envy bubbles up; like plastic snowflakes in a whirl. It then turns to a settling calm, because, the last