In the 1990's a dream of mine came true when I bought a floor-standing quilting frame. I still remember the excitement of opening the box and putting the frame together. Most people probably think that hand-quilting is about as exciting as watching grass grow, but sitting at a frame with a quilt stretched across it was where I wanted to be.
My whims are about winding my way through this earthly journey with a dictionary, a book of synonyms, and a thesaurus. If any intelligence is found here, it is genuine and not artificial.
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My lack of discipline and an update on David Copperfield
Heron with a mouthful of fish πΏππΏππΏ After some hesitation , I transitioned to the Kindle version of David Copperfield , and I did so ...
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W hen the service ended, I walked through the church doors and down the front steps, and there stood Samuel (not his real name), waiti...
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I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, froz...
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A fter traveling down some back roads and winding through the hills of Virginia, we began climbing a mountain, leaning into one hairpin tur...