meandering on air on the tip of Cupid’s bow as he fires away as in way up in the Scottish highlands the lairds begin to feast under a bower of green with ivy covered windows . . . glasses filled and an entire ox left to roast all night. . . the ladies pretty and the musicians good . . . a story teller and then the glasses all aimed into the fireplace . . . some of them missing but that no matter . . . everything torn down in the morning and they will get smashed then . . . better than feasting in a hall meant to last longer than one night . . . no washing up.
my winter series post for today over on my Substack at the link. It includes this pretty ring which is gold and Swarovski crystals.
