At times, I almost dream.

(Mulder is standing in a long field. The grass is tall, up to his waist, and there is no sign of habitation save for a fence. There is a slight breeze. He is looking sorrowfully at two pictures.)

I, too, have spent a life the sages’ way and tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago… and in that act, a prayer for one more chance went up so earnest, so… instinct with better light let in by death that life was blotted out not so completely… but scattered wrecks enough of it to remain dim memories… as now… when seems once more… the goal in sight again.

(The two pictures are very old and black-and-white, one of a civil war soldier, the other of a belle from the same time. The picture of the belle is ripped in half.)


Paracelsus, by Robert Browning
Read by Fox Mulder on The X-Files.

*Waits till half 9 so I can sleep*

Me: Ah yes, sleep now


Me: No sleep now.

Brain: We haven’t been on the laptop yet let’s laptop for hours

Me: 😑


Me: Fgs

Apple Roses


Whenever my grandma comes to visit I love taking her on Pinterest and getting inspired together for some weekend projects while she is in town. I have even started a whole board for each of my grandparents so I have some ideas ready and waiting for each visit. This past visit as Gram and I were bopping about Pinterest she gasped when her eyes fell upon an images of Apple slices rolled and baked to look like roses. Her mind was instantly made up that this was the perfect baking project for us. The recipe was straightforward enough and with a few minor adjustments we made the perfect fall dessert for family dinner that evening.



  • 2 frozen puff pastry sheet, thawed
  • 2 Honeycrisp Apples
  • Half  lemon, juice
  • 1 tablespoon of flour, to sprinkle the counter
  • 3 tablespoons of apricot preserve
  • cinnamon  sugar
  • powder sugar for decorating



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