Briar rose steals pillows and blankets. Funny as I went to post this, thinking only of fairytales, I realized that as of this coming Wednesday, it was thirteen years ago that Briar became a part of my family.
Another song I'm listening to very carefully...
"Looking north to the sea...she watches seagulls fly silver on the ocean, stitching through the waves, the edges of the sky."
two new posts up at bee creative cooking