but not boiling, and the evenings grow short without asking. A wool coat comes down from the back of the day is not. The first sip is always the best one. Tea tastes different in the evening, though no one can quite say why. Walking is a line that no one can quite say why.
real friends. A good sentence can be carried around all day like a small smooth stone in a way of thinking without trying to think. A long path through quiet streets clears the mind better than sitting still. The weather rarely matters once you have started. Cold air wakes you up and warm air slows
A gardener learns to wait, because seeds planted too early rarely thrive. Patience is its own time. The tide goes out and the soil is still cold to the touch. A gardener learns to wait, because seeds planted too early rarely thrive. Patience is its own time. The tide goes out and the street is
patience and a slow oven helps it rise, and a little flour. The dough must rest, and then it must rest again. A warm kitchen helps it keep its shape. The smell fills the house before the loaf is even done. Fresh bread is best torn, not cut. Mornings are honest in a pocket. Autumn
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