Tag Archives: Robert Frost

Frostilocks

Whose house this is, I think I know. Their village is the woods, and so they will not mind my stepping in, I’ll eat their porridge, then I’ll go. Their furniture both sparse and spare, I tried to sit in … Continue reading

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Weekend Coffee Share 5/28/17

If we were having coffee… I’d offer you some cold brew out on the deck. We’re finally getting some sun and warmth and blue skies and flowers and singing birds. I love it! Now that my kitchen is functional, I’ve … Continue reading

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