I stopped writing. I certainly stopped writing here. Since August, I’ve inexplicably watched many, many episodes of BBC detective dramas, as well as, after decluttering, been held captive in the vortex known as Selling On eBay. However, it’s time now to move on. I’ve re-read Anne Lamott, again, and it’s time. I’ll ease myself back in with pictures and captions. Tiny assignments.
Picnic beach sunset
A day’s offering from the garden
Weather warm enough for Puget Sound beach play
Spieden Island wishing us goodnight
Flour mill mishap
Leading to a much more organized, downsized pantry