Another weekend has gone by.... R and I went to Capitol last night and had a wee planning session, and laughed a lot which was nice. Turtle & Mu spent most of the weekend drawing, and we all ate way too many pancakes this morning! R left this evening for Portland and Europe. The 27th is a long way away and we all miss him already. On a brighter note on Saturday I popped into Small Acorns and gazed longingly at the lovely ceramics from Mud Australia.
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And discovered the most gorgeous stationery from Poppies for Grace. I may just have to go back and purchase some.
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I think this week I'll have to start sorting out a few cupboards, I made a start on my email folders tonight and came across this great Robert Frost poem...
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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