in the evening, the crickets are singing again. august makes violins of their tiny legs. we throw open the windows at night to hear the symphony. there’s a sweetness on the air– a coolness too, that when inhaled, fills the body with all the promise of autumn. Those few lines of poetry popped into my head the other night as I was laying down to sleep. I jotted them down…
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In the Kitchen with Finish – Power & Free
It’s no secret that things get pretty messy around here. Dishes have been a long-time battle in this house. We used to let the dishes pile up daily. There’s nothing worse than a kitchen sink & counter cluttered with dirty glasses & bowls. It’s only…