More memories
“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:
it is the time for home.”
Edith Sitwell, British poet and critic 1887-1964
Winter has arrived in force now. We have been lulled into thinking it won’t happen, but yesterday and today, the rain fell, the wind blew and the temperature plummeted. June, July and August are winter months here in New Zealand.
I think the days of quietly sitting reading in the warm sunshine are now over for the next several months
Not surprisingly, therefore, today my thoughts turned to soup. For those of you who have been following me on my other blog
If you have been following me on my other site Growing Younger Each Day you will know that I love soup. I need no excuse to make it whatever the…
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I choose how I will spend the rest of my life 
I so enjoyed this trip down memory lane. You do it better than anyone I know!
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Thank you so much for that comment. As you know I really love these trips down memory lane.
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That was fun to peek at your life in London as an 18-year-old.
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Thanks Anne. I always enjoy these trips down memory lane. It was such a long time since I was that naive 18-year-old girl.
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Your memories have stayed fresh, though. I was very naive at 18, too.
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