Written By Bonibel
June 12, 2021, 5:31 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Future Reminder: There is a good reason not to go diving into deep mysterious holes. Ouch.
Written By Bonibel
May 16, 2021, 6:54 a.m.(6/24/1015 AR)
When the world is at it's greenest, as Spring turns to Summer and I can smell the apple blossoms in the air and walk through meadows in the heat of the evening I miss John the most...
Somedays I think he'll walk right back through the door like he was never gone..
It's worse when you don't know...
Somedays I think he'll walk right back through the door like he was never gone..
It's worse when you don't know...
Written By Bonibel
Feb. 15, 2021, 4:33 a.m.(12/9/1014 AR)
Blustery Winter, scholar, it has been a long time. I suspect it may be a long time again after this entry.
After John was lost at sea I spent a good deal of my time in the garden and experimenting with what I could grow and brew. Countless times I wanted to go back to my beloved Northland but I felt guilty giving up on our dream. Nearly five years I spent most of my days talkin' to my plants and then Brutus once he hatched.
But these last few weeks I have been inspired and have been so blessed I've met all sorts of people as they have come through. I've made candles for weddings and etched and burned tapestries into the leather. I might even try it on the glass.
I've even had a few takers on my beard oils, I was almost certain those wouldn't sell. People have no idea how lovely a well-groomed beard is.
I've even got a potential project lined up...
Experimenting and making up old concoctions from the family traditions have made me more than just money.. I think I've made a few friends too.
Here's to another five years in the city and probably a long while before I enter these halls again..
But something about the smell makes me want to see if I can scent new paper...
After John was lost at sea I spent a good deal of my time in the garden and experimenting with what I could grow and brew. Countless times I wanted to go back to my beloved Northland but I felt guilty giving up on our dream. Nearly five years I spent most of my days talkin' to my plants and then Brutus once he hatched.
But these last few weeks I have been inspired and have been so blessed I've met all sorts of people as they have come through. I've made candles for weddings and etched and burned tapestries into the leather. I might even try it on the glass.
I've even had a few takers on my beard oils, I was almost certain those wouldn't sell. People have no idea how lovely a well-groomed beard is.
I've even got a potential project lined up...
Experimenting and making up old concoctions from the family traditions have made me more than just money.. I think I've made a few friends too.
Here's to another five years in the city and probably a long while before I enter these halls again..
But something about the smell makes me want to see if I can scent new paper...
Written By Bonibel
Jan. 1, 2021, 5:29 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
It feels good to sweep out the cobwebs and to get the old shop running again. Business is doing well and I've even been able to convert the old pantry into a sleeping area. Next week I'll replenish the balms and lotions and see about putting together some medicinal teas. Plus Mother's old recipe that uses spontaneous fermentation should be ready. I can't wait.
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