A. picked me up around 9:30am. We were to celebrate Mabon at her new house.
First we went to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for our feast, plus corn kernels and empty jars for our magic. 1,400 more words
I wish my neighbors could see me standing in my dark kitchen over the stove stirring this pot and laughing wildly to myself. You know they would assume the worst but really I’m just laughing because this soup refuses to melt.