What a fangtastic fall weekend! Today was Joanna's Furnace's Apple Festival. We usually attend their Christmas shindig after Thanksgiving, and might've been to The Hay Creek September festival twice, but I don't think we'd hit The Apple Festival before, and it was off-the-hook! I had three ciders and apple fritters. Look at my twenty-seven dollar score: raw indigo wool and handmade lace for my Peggy Shippen doll, the only plague book I'd missed besides the brand new one that after The Great Courses with all the CONVID I'm going to pass on, an antique book on Early American costumes, a bean cookbook, a couple of handmade gnomes, (wood and plaster), incense, a wooden jack-o-lantern pin, even a bitsy handmade imp for the dollhouses, hexcetera... O, my ghoul...
Lotus
I got Lotus, who ought to be my last Himstedt. I'm back up to a dozen with one for sale. I've sold two. Lotus is my third Child of...

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Available as an ebook, soon to be released in paperback, Pottsgrove Manor and Saint Michael's Cemetery is another Pennsylvania picture...
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Sleep, it used to be every other day twice as much, the same went for dreams. Seems with Fall came every three days thrice as much. First,...
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Sir Frankie Crisp wears Mummy's sixties costume pearls. He's not falling for the drugged cream. He said, too bad, witch. That bitch ...