…it tickles me how pink seeps through, stains, indelible but often faded after time and forgetfulness, like phase of the moon, messy ink wash smudged, to keep note, to mooncakes. Beautiful curation today.
I must live a sheltered life. I never knew about Vachon's 1/2 Moon cakes. The memories of a song describe today's selections for me..... "it's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely!'
I wonder if Emily’s pink was actually a pale tint of green, which it was originally in the 19th Century. That would explain the meaning of a memory being “pink”. In other words, fresh.
…it tickles me how pink seeps through, stains, indelible but often faded after time and forgetfulness, like phase of the moon, messy ink wash smudged, to keep note, to mooncakes. Beautiful curation today.
I must live a sheltered life. I never knew about Vachon's 1/2 Moon cakes. The memories of a song describe today's selections for me..... "it's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely!'
they only exist in Canada
I wonder if Emily’s pink was actually a pale tint of green, which it was originally in the 19th Century. That would explain the meaning of a memory being “pink”. In other words, fresh.