Words Dancing Across the Page~
This sea foam beauty is no longer a relic of the past. With Hermes 3000, I call her Hermione, it was love at first strike. We make room for one another on the page and in this old barn, turned garden shed, turned Room of My Own. With a steamy cup of chai, a cat tangled in knitting on the knee, hens on the range in the garden and a sprawling, mossy Hawthorne tree out the window, we have finally arrived. !Por fin!