"My mother would never let the hearth die in her home," Margret said. She felt Agnes turn to look at her, but didn't meet her gaze. "She believed that as long as a light burned in the house, the Devil couldn't get in. Not even during the witching hour." Agnes was quiet. "What do you believe?" she asked eventually. Margret extended her hands towards the flames. "I think a fire is a useful thing to keep a body warm," she said. - Burial Rites by Hannah Kent Teaser Tuesday is hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading . For other contributions click here .
On the one hand - very sorry that your beans froze.
ReplyDeleteOn the other - HOW AWESOME ARE THOSE PHOTOS!!! Oh so shiny!
*shrugs* it was totally worth the photos...thawed them out on the stove and they cooked up fine.
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