The best thing about the Autumn blogs is that we’re all one big, cinnamon and pumpkin scented family waiting for the leaves to fall so we can get out our candles and our wool sweaters and cozy blankets to sit by the fireside staring out the window. I love that.
I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.
Honey runs through my skin.
I am a petal in the West,
a flower whose roots
carry the blood of the East.
The game is afoot and we are going to need a lot of tea