last gasps of winter
Steel Cut Oats smothered in local Apple Butter and sprinkled with ginger. Mmmmmm
Constant contradiction-in-terms.
Intellectual & Intuitive. Artsy & Practical. Playful & Serious. . . here we find the twenty-first century millennial femme's musings on what should be an existential crisis, yet is not.
Just a sampling of what appeals to my eye. Be forewarned, there will be horses and there will be dancing. Life is not complete without either.
All content not my own will be cited as such, unless it is unknown.
Steel Cut Oats smothered in local Apple Butter and sprinkled with ginger. Mmmmmm
Dear Millennial Men,
Shall I count the niceties that are crucial that you all lack?
Style, Class, Manners, Polish, Grammar, Compliments, Grace, Charm…
Please mature before all of my romantic hopes wither on the vine.
Singing Latin with others of mixed Anglo-Germanic ancestry is bound to lead to all sorts of hilarity. Pronunciation varies widely, but the altos & sopranos agree on one thing. All of us have a problem with the presence of “testes”.
(Source: musingsofmyliking)
Meeting a man in the morning.
Going for a haunted house tour in Gettysburg.
This bodes well for originality and story-telling, stay tuned.
“The Morning Bird” by Carolina Story.
Hello bleak & wintery South Dakota.
Missing the prairie …