August 12, 2005

The comforting smell of roasting chicken, peppers, shallots, and garlic; the thunder scoffing and grumbling; the rain tickling the windows; Susan Graham lulling us into a pre-dinner stupor; the children drawing, coloring, painting; the flow of random thoughts from E...these are the rich colors upon the canvas of my soul.

Posted by Rae at August 12, 2005 07:08 PM


Posted by: Rae at August 15, 2005 09:58 AM

garlic; a good thing.

Posted by: chris Muir at August 15, 2005 01:19 PM

The Chris Muir?


Now, yes, garlic, I couldn't live without it.

Posted by: Rae at August 15, 2005 10:05 PM
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