September 2008
23 posts
August 2008
57 posts
a red house... →
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the crickets are still playing their nocturnal symphonies…summer is not over yet…
strolling through carroll ave. in los angeles, viewing (and coveting!) all the restored victorian era houses…
my botanical buys today…http://tinyurl.com/5naxrd (i love purchases like these…)
brewing honey vanilla chamomile tea in my moroccan tea pot for an early afternoon tea for us…
she tells me that my (wedding) ring is nice and charming and beautiful…sweet girl…
moscato in a glass, air cooling me off, drawing drawing drawing and watching the dodger game…a great summer evening :)
D r a w i n g …
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i have a real need to create things and places; since i wanted a place for natural recipes i collect, here’s http://apothecary.tumblr.com
“The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the...”
– John Burroughs
early this morning i felt a bit of autumn’s chill coming through the windows…it’s coming..
watching ella enchanted with her, she had to go put a dress on and her red sparkly shoes to sing and dance along…
voilà for v!! →
find us in the shadows of our play... →
august...i love you, i love you not.. →
she is dressed in gray, black and red, with a beret on her head and an apron tied on, inviting me to a painting party..
the house we painted... →
The Lamb by William Blake
Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little lamb, I’ll tell thee; Little lamb, I’ll tell thee: He is...
“Come to the window,
My baby, with me,
And look at the stars
That shine on the...”
– a nursery rhyme
(i also shared this on flying tricycle)
she showed me her golden heart, her little treasure, in a round, dainty floral box…i believe she will keep it forever…i can only hope…
she is singing and dancing on top of the unmade bed, with a giant sweet smile and the voice that resonates throughout the room…
i caught a glimpse of the black cat again…
my husband and daughter just marched outside to the front yard…and now they are playing swords…
“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of...”
– John Muir
