For these few days, the hills are bright with cherry blossom. Longer, and we should not prize them so.
- Yamabe no Akahito
Which is why Xmas just isn't Christmas anymore. From October, jangle bells and Xmas ditties, three whole months of special specials, sweaty plastic-suited santas...
2 comments:
now if I could only figure out how to make new entries
I wish I could say I found it. Then I could feel less sheepish. But to be honest I gave up and made another. I wonder how many other poor lost/abandoned blogs are out there, wandering the internet ethers eternally.
But as you said, I’m still locked out, and almost too sheepish for words now. Har har. Very funny. It’s my blog! Why can’t I make entries? Maybe it’s destined to be the first blog in history ever to be conducted entirely through comments to the test-post. I am a starving poet without an attic.
I believe it has something to do with cookies. Credo quia absurdum. I’m looking through my recipe book as I speak. Cinnamon perhaps, or would blogger like vanilla instead?
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