"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Le Chef
Making a real Sunday breakfast while finishing up writing the holiday cards proves that it's going to be an AWESOME winter!
Glad you made it home safely last night darling... I was thinking I should have found you a ride or at least a walking campanion... Sorry!
ReplyDeleteIt was fine... I got to walk off all the desserts I sampled! =)
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