Wait, you start blogging again, and you are talking about a LOG?!?

 

Jamwall and I have been burning eco-logs from time to time.  

He recently picked up this one made from recycled coffee grounds.  

I want to pour the smell down my throat!

I suddenly crave biscotti!

I am jittery and jumpy!

This post sucks.

I'm trying to come back.  Be gentle.

Summer Bliss

There's something so sweet and simple about sitting in my PJ's on a summer morning, windows thrown wide, drinking coffee when I should be at work, or doing something. But school ended yesterday, and there's perhaps no more favorite day than this one, the first day of a long summer stretched out before me. And I have such long tales to tell, but it's too much work to put them all into words, and how do I anyway find the words to tell the rapture of singing at Carnegie Hall, the horror of a young life stolen, or the butterflyish anticipation of spending the rest of my life with Jamwall? So I'll just drink my cup of coffee and listen to the hawk screaming outside and look at my pretty petunias and bask, and return to the page when I am able.