Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring. – Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s It’s still eighty-something degrees outside and yet I’m wading in projects for a winter wonderland. The holidays are all around me. I’m writing about it on assignment, working on holiday cards for the store and […]
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The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.- Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums I’m ready for winter. Or autumn, at the very […]
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