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She knows when he is nearby. She doesn’t have to hear him or see him. There is that fresh fragrance with a hint of deep, strong wooden undertones. It is crisp and clean. The smell of sweet pine on a Spring day. And underneath that reoccurring yet not permanent essence is another homely aroma. So… Continue reading Home

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Life lately…

Dropping the girls off to school this morning, the wind from Storm Amy was slowly starting to pick up. We watched as two birds tried with all their might to fly yet despite their wings rapidly flapping, their bodies soaring and swooping, and a constant flutter of movement, they were getting no where. They almost… Continue reading Life lately…