When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in it in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad; and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s...

(My first time at this)

Over a few years now, I have given some thought to the similar characteristics of pickup trucks and horses. (Thinking that is sometimes enhanced by a Guinness Extra Stout or two.)

As a ranch kid, I have been around horses since I was small, and adopted my first pickup truck-a used 74 Ford F100 (Reg cab, stick, V8, Ranger Pkg.) when I was 17. I sold the truck after a couple of years-teenagers don't think permanence. Horses have come and gone,...

A long list of things I adore.(so I don't forget)
Celtic studies
Poetry
Period films
Tea
Folklore
Fairy tales
Britain
Russia
Dreams
Soup
Writing
Welsh
Classic clothes
Cottages
Tiny houses
Family history
Buns
Edwardiana
BBC history documentaries
Polar bears
White roses
Wooden things
Antique jewellery
Love letters
Fine...

"I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.” - Virginia Woolf

That's how I use to feel everyday,lost in deep antiquity,lost in other worlds,daydreaming about some life or another,trying to live without that is so awful and hard,I don't know how it was happened with this but I can't feel lofty atmospheres or all that,I sort of feel not entirely stuck in the real world but unable to...

Once away from urban centers, the chains don't do well (too little traffic). Therefore, the Mom & Pop's seem to thrive, or at least, exist. About the only chain that survives in semi-rural markets are the franchised Dairy Queens.