Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
I'm a little late, oh well. What I've come to realize this weekend is I may not get them posted on the actual day. The photos will be from that day though. Yesterday was a road trip again that kept me out until 1am. Next weekend I will be going camping and likely without internet access most of the time. So, I'm thinking that over these summer months posting will be a little less daily because it is simply unavoidable.
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Friday, July 23, 2010
There was a bowl of roses on a what-not at his elbow; he lifted out a great red one, like the one father had brought home nearly eight months ago. "Take this." I took it, the stem still wet, cool against my fingers. "For a week it will remain fresh and blooming, as it is now; but at the end of the week it will droop and die. You will know then that your faithful Beast is dying too. For I cannot live without you, Beauty." from Beauty by Robin McKinley a book that has captivated me since childhood
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010
When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeiing,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you’ll be fairies all.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I sat alone this morning in the stillness. I heard the first of the birds waking, saw the sun rising above the trees, and smelled the coffee brewing in it's pot. It was a beautiful morning and I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it, with needle and thread.
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Thursday, July 15, 2010
Lately, I've been in love with the color purple. Every time I see a flash of it I have to stop and take a photo. It's probably because of lavender, I'm obsessed with it right now and try as I might I cannot get it to grow. I've planted some of it in all of my gardens, good healthy plants, only to watch them die. I've started it from seed, it died too. I've been told it grows like a weed, maybe like this weed, just not for me. Sigh... I want my walkway lined with lavender. I want to dry it and hang it in my house. I want to make tiny embroidered pillows and fill them with lavender. I suppose I'll have to try again. Until then, I have this lovely purple weed.
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