Love

The voice of my beloved!     Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains,     bounding over the hills.  My beloved is like a gazelle     or a young stag. Behold, there he stands     behind our wall, gazing through the windows,     looking through the lattice.  My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my beautiful one,     and…

Farm Fashion 19th Century

As many of you know I have a small farm thing going on. Despite the freedom of wearing insulated overalls to work everyday I’m often pulled into the fantasy of skirts. So today instead of bringing you dead pigeons and war, let’s look at fashion. I tried this look. At the thrift store I found…