One year ago last month ~ the week of the lilac bloom ~ I hung white sheets in a forest grove. One year and one month later I draped sheets in the trees and let the perfumed blooms fragrance my dreams.

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During my jetlagged week I mumbled some ideas to my Dad, something sturdy and lengthy enough to fit a days washing, I think Martha Stewart might have been mention. I then went for a nap and woke to a strung wonder.

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Simple delights ~ humbly cherished after years away from natures crystal breath and budding joy, and a father’s handcrafted gift speak straight to this country girls heart!