A tingling, misty marvel
Blew hither in the night,
And now the little peach-trees
Are clasped in frozen light.
Blew hither in the night,
And now the little peach-trees
Are clasped in frozen light.
This morning College Girl cooked up a pot of old fashioned oatmeal. It was the perfect thing for a chilly November morning! I like mine with toasted almonds, prunes and a drizzle of honey and milk.
It was so dark and overcast that I lit a candle before I poured the tea.
How do you like your oatmeal? With milk? Do you add a sprinkle of cinnamon like we do?
Upon the apple branches
An icy film is caught,
With trailing threads of gossamer
In pearly patterns wrought.
An icy film is caught,
With trailing threads of gossamer
In pearly patterns wrought.
by Evaleen Stein
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