Scones for Mother's Day ... or any day
It was love at first flip. On a recent Saturday morning I curled up in an overstuffed chair and watched as big flakes of snow gradually formed a thick featherbed over the perennials in my garden. Foolishly believing it was spring, they had begun to peek out from the earth.
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