One pomegranate swelling, more flowers on the way.
Cathy runs off with the pumpkins.
Now that's how the silks get sorted
Home salt beef
I look at quilts like this on the internet. It was so special to realise that one lives just up the valley from here. The cats love it.
When grandpa came back from the war, Nan knitted this cushion. She stuffed it with all the letters he'd sent her. 60 years later, inside the tightly sewn panels, the paper has turned to confetti.
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