Yesterday was the epitome of a perfect fall day. And, it was one of those days with too many gaps. Too many gaps to pause and think. Too many brokenhearted selahs. The last three years of
This is regularly becoming a favourite loaf of mine. I adapted the recipe last year from an edible mosaic. It’s incredibly satisfying and way better than any other pumpkin pastries I’ve had in the past.
Somedays I really want to post, but when all is said and done, I can’t find five minutes to sit down at the computer and write. Either I’m too tired, it seems there is way
Joy is the whispering autumn wind making its way through the end of summer leaves. Joy is warmth in a mug, fuzzy sweaters, knotted pashminas and the woodsy, earthy scent of patchouli on my wrists.