In keeping with our Sweet and Lovely theme this week, here is a sneak peek at our new Cinnamon Twis-T's and another poem to warm your heart:

Sitting on a little hill in a meadow full of flowers listening to the whippoorwill passing by the hours. I'm dreaming, just a little dream, of princesses and towers and how my charming prince would stride softly through the flowers.

He takes my hand - holds it tightly in his own. Bowing low. Then hand in hand we dance beneath the moon. The breeze plays a minuet through the willow trees and flowers, the hills become the outline of our stately castle spires.

How swift the time passes by and I must bid my prince adieu as the last notes slowly wane and the grass is diamonds of dew. As the sun is stretching out each delicate golden ray my dream becomes like morning mist and tip-toes away.