i’m not the kind, never been the kind to have all my goals and plans set by january 1st. farless my bullet journal and notebooks set up, i like to spend the week between december 25th and january 1st in a state of mostly suspended animation. then once the year […]
“May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel alive.” ― Fennel Hudson
it’s the end of april, and also the end of my teaching contract, but it’s definitely not the end of me blogging on here. thanks to effy wild’s blog along, i blogged every single day this month, and it felt great!most of the posts were on here callaloo soup. but […]
A garden must combine the poetic and the mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy. — Luis Barragan Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. — May Sarton […]
grasse mat’ bullet proof coffee bon apétit! merde! on a oublié les rehaussers goats! baby goats! cochons! cheese flowers too many tomato plants well, if it’s like that we not planting no damn pumpkins j’ai oublie ma veste! it was not supposed to rain pate de fruits home at last […]
I love all films that start with rain:rain, braiding a windowpaneor darkening a hung-out dressor streaming down her upturned face; one long thundering downpourright through the empty script and scorebefore the act, before the blame,before the lens pulls through the frame to where the woman sits alonebeside a silent telephoneor […]
i wore a romper today for the first time in years. i think they are really cute, but i always consider the bathroom question, and decide against them. this one ended up in my wardrobe by mistake. i grabbed it while rifling quickly through a thrift store rack, thinking it […]
has anyone seen the other side of these earrings? just asking on the off chance. since lost socks turn up again as extra container lids, maybe lost earrings turn up somewhere too? i wonder what they would turn up as? butterflies? uniorns? a ray of sunshine? a pretty pink flower? […]
i watched horrified as the fire raged through Notre Dame on monday night. i’m not religious, though raised a catholic, and while i have lit candles there for late family members, my sadness had nothing to do with it being a church. if you ever visited the cathedral, you’d know […]
there is one way to detect my happiness.stay still.wait for my purr. Ilene Leung
