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 Google+ (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
