Tag: Icelandic ghosts
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Bashful blooms, Things that go Boo in the Night and more
When I lived on the farm, my Christmas cactus bloomed predictably twice a year – once before Christmas and then again a few weeks before Easter. Since moving to the city, however, it has never bloomed. In fact, it has looked quite unhappy. After more than two years, I began to despair. Imagine my surprise…
Rural Routes, Blog Version 