I cannot pass up a prism at a yard sale or flea market, and they repay me by casting rainbows around my kitchen during the dark months of winter. Over the past 30 odd years every time I see these tiny rainbows they bring a smile to my heart and my lips.
Friday, February 13, 2015
a rainbow on my collar
Grandma's Kitchen a magical apple cake
t The days grow shorter and the nights longer, a chill edges thus the house, every room except the kitchen. T here the warmth of the cook...