In which a squadron finds a leader.
In which mangers are blocks and bits of glass.
In which a lighthearted Friday afternoon spent looking up TOP vids takes a turn.
In which I read and enjoy Dawnshard by Brandon Sanderson.
In which we find a quiet moment to drift.
In which I move the blog to higher ground to prevent its submersion.
In which I read and write to the sounds of turbocharged Wright Cyclones.
In which there are warbirds, mysterious sculptures, ocean vistas, and Edwardian castles–but not all at once.
Of Tea and Scones
In which Jen sips tea and witnesses many beautiful things.