Across the Way

  My last post here was in October. It's now three hours until midnight on New Year's Eve and I'm squeezing in one post of 2024 ...

  Two posts in one day? I don't think I've ever done that but this is mainly a blatant attempt not to let some of my October 2024 pi...

  Tiny toys. How I treasure them.  This vintage (?) Jack-o'- lantern stole my heart and I cried when RH accidentally knocked him off and...

  There they were, perfect pears from Whole Foods. A name I don't remember, red pears I've never before seen. Three came home with m...

  These pictures are a few months old, meant to show a stack of books to be donated that I no longer wanted to take up valuable bookshelf sp...

  I should be doing so many things right now other than an admittedly boring food blogpost. I set out ingredients earlier to bake cookies bu...

  I enjoy the Christmas novels of my favorite mystery writers, none more than this 1989 one by Margaret Maron who wrote mysteries from the 1...