Writings from my little corner of modern domesticity.

Monthly Archives: December, 2016

Whose Plan is it, Anyway?

“…You saw the fields laid bare and wasted, And weary winter coming fast, And cozy here, beneath the blast, You thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel plough passed Out through your cell. That small heap of leaves and stubble, Has cost you many a weary nibble! Now you are turned out, for all your …

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The First Snow

There’s something about the first snow of the season that makes me feel…contemplative? Snug? Nostalgic? I’m not sure the word I’m looking for, really- it’s a combination of all those things. And not just the first snow, or even the first snow that sticks- it’s got to be the first snow inside December, or all …

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