Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul.
I speak as I must and cannot be silent.
Garden work clears the mind.
The great thing about books is that you can end with a question mark.
I carried recipes in my head like maps.
We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.