Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
It is early July. In my country, we set fire to gunpowder and other explosives wrapped in paper — which are produced almost entirely in extremely hazardous conditions outside of this country — to mimic the actual gunpowder explosions that presumably were the background for the signing of a document that declared this small group… Continue reading On the Existence of Independence
I've got a cold. Haven't had one of these for a while. I forgot how annoying mouth breathing is. In any case, the post on Independence is going to have to wait until the brain fog clears. I want it to be better than it is at the moment, but I just can't get there… Continue reading A Bit of a Wait for Friday
I live in a rural place, a rural place that is known for its cows. There are cheeses that are named specifically for Vermont (though in rather clueless and ambivalent American fashion, there is often a European geographic appellation attached to “Vermont”, as in “Vermont cheddar”). There are dairies up and down all the hills… Continue reading On a Deficiency of Ice Cream Makers
By My Solitary Hearth 