Some days are just golden...pure honey... You wake up normal enough, but as the day wears on, lovely gifts appear and are delightful to th...

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft l...

Really , it's not my fault...  It just  reached out and grabbed me...with it's carved handsomness and solid oakness... It had st...