fierce, pounding drops of rain! weep down on us. purge the snark, distrust, and icky gossip lurking in those dark, unhappy, cobwebbed corners. cleanse our palates so that we speak in crystalline, melodic, kind tongues. words so jolly our eyes, mouths and feet all...
sunday afternoon, when my work week is finally done, i identify my target {bed}, lock in, aim body, and fire in for my long-awaited {well-deserved} nap. the sounds of our house stir me into sweet compose. at first blush a baby might even find the silence too still and...
good grief. tis tuesday morning and already i’m skipping two stairs at a time to get it all done. no time to say hello, goodbye!! i’m late! i’m late! i’m late! hoping for a tea party at the top of my staircase. lapsang souchong in laura ashley...
come on. spill it. you know you want to. tell me how you weave your magic. and don’t say you lack the beans to bewitch. we all have them. some are just deeply creviced, cardiganed behind a lifestyle of bland tasting humble pie. show me your stuff. do you glitter...
i went to a birthday party this weekend. stag. hunkiest was out town at party of his own; of a stag nature as well. yet the naughty these boys seemed to have found was of whiskey and lack of bug spray like. for all his clinker and glee as he packs up his shiny 9 iron...
not exactly the get up i was donning in yesterday’s torrential, power-outing, tree-uprooting, car washing {graçias}, patio furniture tossing {non-graçias} spring storm. but i do love a nice deluge. and such a grand shower! ushering in spring, my favorite season....
