And the sap speaks I barely thought about waffles the whole time I was with conifers of the deep woods, though I admit the ridges and sticky sap made me wistful for breakfast nooks and pajamas. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
