November

Happy November everyone. I have nothing to say.

Make a Smile

Some kind soul placed two pumpkins on our front steps yesterday night. How simple a service, and it really made my day. I'm so glad there are still people in the world like that.

Many thanks, World, for the gift. Perhaps when the cousins come down for a visit we will carve them into jack'o'lanterns together. <3

Special

If everyone is special, how special are you?

When confronted with the vastness of the universe, what do you do?

Soul Imagery

I'm not sure why, but I have a strange fondness for Dandelions.

Perhaps it comes from watching Fantasia too often as a child. Oh, how I love that film. My sister and aunt and I would play for hours pretending to be the characters portraid to classical music. Magic seems so real when you are young, and somehow, easy to understand.

To Love a Dandelion

Tho flower fair did free thy lips,
A kiss most precious dear;
Sweet nector life's begatten drink
Did bathe thine angel's hair.

Bold colors of the Orient,
From glen to pasture green;
For once wilt thine affections give,
Upon this simple weed?

His Hand be known in birth and death,
As lark and butterfly;
Is He not in thy beauty fair,
Just as a sparrow's fall?

By flower fair thy passing wept,
To mark a life well-spent.
Wilt mine the only heart be still;
For love, alone I wait.

-ammon treasure