Mil
Four years ago, Mil and I became friends . . .
She invited me over to see her rainbows.
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Little Mils Muffet
People surprise me, I didn’t see it coming. Meeting Mil and finding out about her life.
Within her life, as within every ones life, there is history.
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Soft
Buns
Ones
~to love …
Blanket
The sun filtering downward, rays streaming through the trees.
While slowly walking southward, could feel the soft cool breeze.
Poem By Randal Vincent Berke
Thick white snow covers the front juniper trees.
Always thinking about the ones who made these.
This blanket was made by my Grandmother ~ Rose Kobley
Before starting she asked me what colours I liked.
I said any colours you choose.
Crispy
Aloo Gobi
This recipe is for my vegan friends 😉
*Spiced~ Cauliflower Potatoes
8 large potatoes Sliced
1 large onion Sliced
3 cups cauliflower
3 tbsp Cumin seeds
3 tbsp Turmeric
4 tbsp oil
4 tbsp Garam Masala
Gilded
a
limber
Written by Randal Vincent Berke
The skier on the mountain slope, criss-crossing on his way,
The speed of the skier was passed, by a strange looking sleigh.
Winding round the trail ahead, with eyes on nearby trees,
The speedster leaned with accuracy, avoiding obstacles with ease.
With blinding speed he took the curve, racing merrily down he came,
With rosy cheeks and trailing scarf, he now entered a crossing lane.
Now veering slightly to the left, he astounded nearby crowds,
One hundred yards of emptiness, the cliff edge and floating clouds.
A gasp was heard as over he went, the boy on sleigh out of sight,
The sleigh you see was something else, it was r e a l l y a fold out kite.
Day 338
Timber
Limber
This is the story of one lovely tree, you may read. Please pick or hover over each to see ;D
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