10.13.2006

when the frost


... is on the pumpkin, that's the time for [all in-laws finish rhyme here].
It's also the time for a touch of cabin fever, the type that makes one a trifle snappish with loved ones and filled with a great longing to get out of town. Or, in my case, back to town. Meanwhile, there's always making soup.

1 comment :

otra you know who said...

check out the coastal breeze pattern:
http://www.corelle.com/index.asp?pageId=52