Poetry: Asking for Roses by Robert Frost
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
    With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
     It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
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Song In My Head: Teenage Dream by T Rex

Art: Sine Mackinnon’s Farm Buildings in Provence

Quote: “The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.” – Robert Frost

Recipe: Mocha Whoopie Pies

Anywhere But Here: Curious Nature, Phoenix, AZ