Semi-Daily Scribbles

Definitely the days. They dwindle. I dawdle. Another 365-er over. Loose leaf gray skies. Chilly wind and crackly grass. Everything tastes of peppermint unless there is rum in the cupboard. These are the gifts that give December its woozy one-two punch. For a limited time only: Fried Icicle Lights and Chocolate Covered Holly.