Late August Magic, when there are lights in the pear tree and your Papa lifts you up to see them.
posted by brittanicals at
8:59 PM
Thursday, August 31, 2017
About Me
- Name: brittanicals
- Location: North of Seattle, Washington
I am an unlikely suburban housew..., um employed mother, who loves to shake up preconcieved notions with incongruent elements. In other words, I wear my peasant skirts with combat boots. Follow along as I blow up the white picket fence one post at a time.
Previous Posts
- Views from our front door, June and July.
- When your Nana tells you that the campanula flower...
- I asked Jim, before I left for the store, to make ...
- My Sweetie got me a new garden hat.
- Spring happens.
- Snow day.
- Lilies and Clementine wants to have a tea party.
- First big bouquet of the year.
- Jim and I playing Zepplin Four.
- Time to make pretty things again.
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