tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363219701859117442.post9085830126460345227..comments2023-09-27T07:32:46.881-05:00Comments on Liz's Letters: Home's Heart - RAPLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16797249102281133361noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363219701859117442.post-73615508637698147172009-08-01T06:47:55.532-05:002009-08-01T06:47:55.532-05:00I felt at home, in our common rituals and the easy...I felt at home, in our common rituals and the easy love you feel there.<br />Thanks for that , as I sip my first cup and the fed dog rests at my feet.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363219701859117442.post-58823329974384857272009-07-31T21:50:22.723-05:002009-07-31T21:50:22.723-05:00I'm visiting from High Calling Blogs.
Enjoyed...I'm visiting from High Calling Blogs.<br /><br />Enjoyed how you captured the centrality of the kitchen. (Especially the early morning hours, as it reminds me of my own kitchen mornings.) It all seems to start and end there, doesn't it?Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03137629324031018188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363219701859117442.post-61180764980631761372009-07-30T15:51:36.571-05:002009-07-30T15:51:36.571-05:00Great little phrase... "Clicking shiny wood
W...Great little phrase... "Clicking shiny wood<br />With tiny toenails" Loved the sounds!L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.com