You can't find them (pure beeswax ones) at the local store, but Cathy and Roger make them at their honey farm in Manitoba so I put in an order. I asked for a dozen of their lotus candles too. Before long, there was a parcel card in the box at the post office and I was opening up the most lusciously scented package there ever could be.
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| On the coffee table in front of the living room window |
It came as a slight shock that it has already been a year since Shelly and I made our road trip to their place. When did months get so short?
The candles are not tucked away in a closet. They are out where I can see them and, when very fortunate, catch a whiff of them. I set the new bunch next to the ones already gracing our home. Such variety! You aren't seeing the half of it, here.
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| Next to the kitchen table |
Now, where is that page I found about someone else's visit to Cathy and Roger's? Have I posted it here before? That's the trouble with longterm blogging. You are bound to repeat yourself and forget what's what.
Anyway, lovable as they are, I'm sure Cathy and Roger constantly have friends coming and going, just as I have done throughout the years. "Well, we are in the middle," Rog says, talking about mutual friends coming from the other direction.
Ah, here it is: http://www.whereiliveblog.ca/blog/raven-creek
And here's a revisit of our trip a year ago.:
http://goldengrainfarm.blogspot.ca/2015/01/road-trip.html
Seems like just this past winter, not the one before. I won't print yet another cliché about time flying, but holy hanna!
