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Soaring into your fridge, your glass, and your hearts. Every bird of prey looks over its shoulder before it goes in for the kill, even a hawk. Even they know to watch their backs every single one but an eagle. Michelle Horst, Wake Me Up - A Tainted Ink Novel - Book 1.

The Fly in my Soup is Crying. Tuesday, November 1, 2011. I vowed that the next post on this blog would be the memorial for our westie, Pupkin. It is like having to say goodbye all over again, but with the anniversary date of his passing quickly approaching I need to do it. Earlier this year Cody Goodfellow posted a progress report on the Perilous Press Blog.

If you too are an aspiring gardener who likes eating, drinking and some silly tales. Tuesday, 29 November 2011. On Soil and the Winter Sun. This is the heath not two weeks ago. One for letting the sun deceive you. November has been quite a month. There has been no progress in the garden, but walks with Willow have been made all the more enjoyable by mild weather and the pleasure of watching trees turn from greens to ochres and umbers.