i won’t forget how much fun we had dancing (and in turn, working out) along with the portobello road scene from bedknobs and broomsticks. looks like this might just turn out to be a regular thing for her and i…
i just bought a jack o’ lantern eraser from my daughter for a quarter (and i had to haggle the price down from the original five dollars!)
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven…Ecclesiastes 3:1 Change is going to happen. You can count on it like you can count on summer turning into autumn, autumn turning into winter, and so on. There is a divine purpose for change - it is necessary to prepare for the next season. Instead of spending your energy reacting to the changes that are bound to...
she is wearing my five dollar locket & giving it kisses. she tells me never to open it so that ‘the kisses don’t ever blow away’…(from last night).
But if we have food and clothing, with these we will be content.– 1 Timothy 6:8
watching bedknobs and broomsticks with her…she finds it funny and i love hearing her giggles and laughter…
red slippers by amy lowell
Red slippers in a shop-window; and outside in the street, flaws of gray, windy sleet! Behind the polished glass the slippers hang in long threads of red, festooning from the ceiling like stalactites of blood, flooding the eyes of passers-by with dripping color, jamming their crimson reflections against the windows of cabs and tram-cars, screaming their claret and salmon into the teeth of the...
what the walls hold... →
little by little i get there... →
i would love to read nancy drew…i never did as a child but my interest is peaked..
give me a mystery... →
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot...– John Keats, ‘On the Grasshopper and the Cricket’
a wish list of pleasantries.... →
Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity...– Sir Cecil Beaton (via onherway) (via thresca)
dreaming of pumpkinellas and scare crows…of nests and birds, of where summer meets autumn…
What Wondrous Love Is This (American Folk Hymn)
What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul! What wondrous love is this, O my soul! What wondrous love is this That caused the Lord of bliss To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul, To bear the dreadful curse for my soul! When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down, When I was sinking down, sinking down, When I was sinking down Beneath God’s righteous frown, ...
little birds by lewis carroll
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters - I’ve a Tale to tell. Little Birds are feeding Justices with jam, Rich in frizzled ham: Rich, I say, in oysters Haunting shady cloisters - That is what I am. Little Birds are teaching Tigresses to smile, Innocent of guile: Smile, I say, not smirkle - Mouth a semicircle, That’s...
A spider lives in the back of my volkswagen.
sand, salt and sea... →
broken shells, salted air, warm sand beneath my feet, the girls giggling and my friend and i having a perfect summer day….
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the...– Emily Dickinson
she wanted some of my tetulia’s bengal breakfast tea…so i made her the ice tea version…very nice for summer mornings…
she’s calling herself ‘inspector bubelah’ while she uses my little book light in search of things…
Meeting at Night The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow...– Robert Browning
You don’t have to be a house to be haunted.– Emily Dickinson (via luminol) (via edt) (via berenike)
i love getting lost in other people’s pictures…it’s like portals of new wonderful worlds to roam, to discover and believe again…
good earth chai…tearing the paper open and releasing the sweet and pungent smells of chicory, ginger, pepper, cloves and cinnamon….
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people...– unknown