"My reader, I hope, I like a friend who comes to visit, learns to mound flour on the thick marble counter and work in the egg, a friend who wakes to the four calls of the cuckoo in the linden and walks down the terrace paths singing to the grapes; who picks jars of plums, drives with me to hill towns of round towers and spilling geraniums, who wants to see the olives the first day they are olives. A guest on holiday is intent on pleasure."
-Under the Tuscan Sun

Monday, March 9, 2009

Today

Welcome to my new blog! I can't wait to get started!
Posted by ::Mary Hester Hill:: at 9:34 PM

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