Of goat cheese and sovereigns...

Peregrination to Atland, Narwithia and Salisithia has provided peace. Though we shed some tears as hand in hand we stepped our way back home(actually we cried ourselves all the way to route 81) we are still better and wiser having had the time to...
chase pigs and cows, make fresh butter and lemon hummus, pit cherries, tie-dye anything cotton and left unguarded, drink goat's milk and wine, and wage war on invading Narwithians/Salisithians.

The three were crowned in moss and ash, and all wore capes cut from the finest remnants in the land.


HERE'S A POEM FOR...

Maggie
Ten, friend
Playing, feeding, sleeping,
Lives on a farm;
Margaret

FROM...

Mary
almost ten, friend
Playing, swinging, singing,
Lives too far away;
Alma

testing one two three

Testing one two three