The first fire since the summer is lit, and is smoking into the room:
The sun-rays thread it through, like woof-lines in a loom.
Sparrows spurt from the hedge, whom misgivings appal
That winter did not leave last year for ever, after all...
Welcome! This is our seventh Note Card Party — and they said it wouldn't last. I'm so glad that you're here. Can't wait to visit you and see what you have come up with this time. You may be shocked that I didn't include a pumpkin nor a mum.
|~Wood Pile and Brush~|
Because I may actually have this set made up, I wanted to include two selections suitable for men. My card supply leans toward the feminine.
Please visit the sidebar button for rules. I'll not waste space here to restate them. Our next party will be October 17.
Take it away!