The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How someone treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem. The Sky is Low, The Clouds are Mean by Emily Dickinson…
Rhubarb, Orange & Hazelnut Cake {gf}
Roasted Rhubarb and White Chocolate Scones
Me-time is awesome! Me-time is sweet, kid-free solitude that doesn’t come around here much anymore. So imagine my joy when hubby offered to take bubs out for a couple of hours, leaving me to my own devices. Yes! Time to vacuum and mop the floors experiment on a new recipe in the kitchen, without worrying…