I am not claiming the bra either. Interesting. I wonder who's it is? I just read Les's email. It made me cry. I was wondering if I was the only weepy one. I will be sending her a little package tomorrow.
I don't think that the bra is one of mine either. I don't know who it belongs to. We're pretty sure it doesn't belong to Rachel,Kate or Becky. Strangely enough no one left anything at my house from over the holidays. Someone usually leaves something, but I haven't found anything yet. I started crying when I saw that last picture of Sara tearing up. I'm so happy that you like the apron.
I'm not claiming the bra either but I do know whose it is and she's heading to Costa Rica where she probably won't need it. WE loved our stay even though we all ended up with a bad case of the "dida". We will see you all in February so that we can quilt some quilts and say hello.
Work brings happiness, self-esteem, and prosperity. It is the means of all accomplishment; it is the opposite of idleness.
the bride and groom
proud parents
autumn fires
in the other gardens and all up the vale, from the autumn bonfires see the smoke trail!
pleasant summer over and all the summer flowers the red fire blazes, the grey smoke towers.
sing a song of seasons! something bright in all! flowers in the summer, fires in the fall!
robert louis stevenson
over the river and through the woods
over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house we go. the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the white and drifted snow. over the river and through the woods, oh how the wind doth blow; it stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go.
over the river and through the woods,to have a day of play. oh hear the bells ring, ting-a-ling, for it's thanksgiving day. over the river and through the woods, trot fast, my dapple gray. spring over the ground like a hunting hound for this is thanksgiving day.
over the river and through the woods and straight through the barnyard gate. we seem to go extremely slow, it is so hard to wait. over the river and through the woods, now grandmother's cap i spy. hoorah for the fun! is the pudding done? hoorah for the pumpkin pie.
new addition to leah's wardrobe
leslie's mailing address
sister leslie anne fuller
costa rica san jose mission
de la pops de curridabat 500 mts sur
oficina isquierera edifico trebol, local #6
san jose, costa rica
edward thomas brown
my garden
a garden is a lovesome thing, god wot! rose plot, fringed pool, fern'd grot-- the veriest school of peace; and yet the fool contends that god is not-- not god! in gardens! when the eve is cool? nay, but i have a sign; 'tis very sure god walks in mine
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The bra isn't one of mine. We will write Leslie tonight!
I am not claiming the bra either. Interesting. I wonder who's it is? I just read Les's email. It made me cry. I was wondering if I was the only weepy one. I will be sending her a little package tomorrow.
I don't think that the bra is one of mine either. I don't know who it belongs to. We're pretty sure it doesn't belong to Rachel,Kate or Becky. Strangely enough no one left anything at my house from over the holidays. Someone usually leaves something, but I haven't found anything yet. I started crying when I saw that last picture of Sara tearing up. I'm so happy that you like the apron.
I'm not claiming the bra either but I do know whose it is and she's heading to Costa Rica where she probably won't need it. WE loved our stay even though we all ended up with a bad case of the "dida". We will see you all in February so that we can quilt some quilts and say hello.
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