Welcome.
As the temps start to dip and days become shorter and shorter still, the switchboard lights up like a veritable Christmas tree. Plans made, events organized, recipes shared. Even if only through the telephone lines, the spirit of community is palpable. Gus and I cozy close to our little plug in radiator and listen. In hearing the merriment, joy, and celebration, we can’t help but feel the same. We hope to share this with you, in our wishes to all for a merry and joyful holiday season.
Welcome.
As the temps start to dip and days become shorter and shorter still, the switchboard lights up like a veritable Christmas tree. Plans made, events organized, recipes shared. Even if only through the telephone lines, the spirit of community is palpable. Gus and I cozy close to our little plug in radiator and listen. In hearing the merriment, joy, and celebration, we can’t help but feel the same. We hope to share this with you, in our wishes to all for a merry and joyful holiday season.
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The Wood Between the Worlds.
Laura MorrishIt was an absolute deluge and yet there I was, under a black-as-pitch sky at mid-afternoon soaked clean through despite donning a slicker and knee-high rain boots, parading behind Dad,...
