It has been windy. So, so windy. And this house just collects currents that whip and moan and rattle around the house. I should be reading Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre or Rebecca... The sunshade that Scott put over the pergola is gone. We listened to it flap all night and Scott pulled its loose end down this morning. We don't really need protection from the sun right now, with temperatures hovering in the 30's.
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Winter on Poppy Hill |
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