Just in case you missed it, I have, indeed, moved....
and there are ballerinas and spring colors on my latest post....
just thought that you might want to know... ;)
I hope that you can join me!
“That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.”