Posted by Loulou on Oct 1, 2018 | 12 comments

Such are the words of Ezra Pound, poet, and every year around this time, mama says these words all the time (whatever they are) but  I think it’s sort of a short cut to boo, winter!!! We have had such lovely days of balmy air and rolling around on warm stepping stones and mama putting little bits of roast chicken from the open market in my dish at...