somewhere between honey and cloudberry jam, there is dandelion jelly. with a jar of
it now to my name, there needed to be a breakfast. there was coffee, there were croissants,
there was a friend named elizabeth that came bearing 40's jazz . maybe she also did a twirl right there in the doorway.
This blog is just delicious in every way, Alexa!! I love your photos,I love your writing, I love coming along for the ride! Thank you.ReplyDelete