With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
November Night BY Adelaide Crapsey 1878 – 1915
Thank you for your patience my dear readers – if in fact there are still readers out there?
Hello? (Echo echo echo) Continue reading November Catchup
“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.”
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling
Unlike Dumbledore, I gave a received socks for Christmas. I also gave and received books.
Thanks to Christmas in both London and Moldova, and a skit about a goat, we also made an absolute killing in bread, sweets and Lei moldovenească (Moldovan Lai)!
Socks (left) are what Hubby and I gave to our nieces on Christmas day. Continue reading Moldovan Christmas, snow, honey, a goat and cheese