Allurement, charm, elegance, exquisiteness, fascination and whimsical, eclectic, damaged, morbid, curious, distorted, macabre, twisted, eccentric, observant, grotesque, dark romanticism!!!
I so desperately love a blank sheet of paper. Calling to me in the night, calling for release. To look at it's blank soul, transforming it into an outpouring of my own. The pens and pencils sleep until their master stirs their awakening. Making each one dance across the page. Running and crawling across the page. Combining thoughts and ideas into a written page worthy of someone's eyes. I hear the paper's song so very faint on the breeze..."At last...my love has come along. My lonely days are over."
8 oz. (1 cup) apple cider / juice
"Give me the pelting rain," she smiles to the clouds. The sun, so full of pride only shines brighter. "Give me the darkness, not that of night - but the darkness of day." A soul thirst for the rain as does the sea for waves. Keeping time like a clock. My skin is pale - not a touch of the sun rests on it. I blend with the fog, turning into mist, swimming among the trees and birds.
I have noticed the supermarkets are starting to carry those baby pumpkins! I love those little things! Oohhh! I think I will call them...pumpkinettes. Haha! I am not too taken with the acorn squash or the bumpy gourds. :| I wonder if the pumpkinettes make good pumpkin pie?
Due to road construction I have been driving home a different way than normal. Its such a slower paced from my usual route. It has been so breezy and cool lately that I drive everywhere with my windows down its such a free feeling to have wind rearranging your hair. There is one particular part of this drive that is breathtaking and for some reason traffic is always backed up there. There is a faint smell of roses, although I do not remember seeing any roses I know their petals are velvety and smooth. A stronger scent of eucalyptus drifts in and out of my windows...coming and going like waves on a sandy shore. Then there's a breath of a mystery fragrance - I think it's jasmine or calendula. Actually I don't know what a calendula smells like or if even a plant but it sounds sweet I think. There are huge trees all around their timeless branches hugging the road overhead. Some of the trees have seed like blossoms that are wafting through the breeze. Their blossoms dripping like honey off a comb. I look around with admiration of this cascading beauty from the trees. Oh, if only I were a calendula!!!
I have been drinking Chai tea lately. It's a wonderful East Indian drink. Chai, pronounced like pie, actually means tea in East Indian. It is a rich black tea infused with cardamom, cinnamon, cloves and sometimes ginger and anise. Then sweetened with sugar and milk. It is available in most supermarkets, specialty stores and some coffee houses. I personally like the Stash brand myself.
Years and years - Dad, Christopher (8 years old) and me (10 years old) moon, calm night alfalfa winds. My Dad, alfalfa and mouth, waders. Christopher and me, alfalfa and mouth, bare feet. Dad, Christopher and me sit, "Kids, when alfalfa is to be used as hay, it is usually cut and baled. The hay is cut just as the field is beginning to flower. The swather, which cuts the alfalfa. After it has dried, a tractor pulling a baler collects the hay into bales. The small square bales weigh between 60 pounds." Dad songs: (cough)
"I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train."
"You could not...move an eyelid but it would shout to my heart."
"...the rather fantastic gloom of our common temper, a time-eated and grotesque mansion, long deserted through superstitions into which we did not inquire..."
There is something so wonderful about mist! The droplets of water swirl around as if they are practicing for when they grow up into snowflakes. Each leaf is heavy with mist, slowly bending and dropping a few sprinkles onto the unwary sparrow below. I like walking into a misty air; eyelashes hold a million mist droplets. And when you look down at your sweater you are enshrouded in a fine layer of mist. What can be more inviting than a winter fruit gently washed with the morning mist. Take any tree, dust and powder it with mist and it is instant romance. Its very disguise transforms the thin, pale creature into a tall, dark handsome rogue. Ah, yes, mist does wondrous things...yeah.
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Did you know cinnamon has medicinal properties? It helps to fight infections! One splendid way to take cinnamon is in tea. Simply put a stick in your tea pot or in your tea cup. I think I will try to ingest more cinnamon the good old fashioned way...via a cinnamon roll!!!
"Tall and tan and young and lovely." Oh, that girl from Ipanema! :) I can see her walking along the beach. I see a bathing suit, high heels and cat-eye sunglasses with a very large hat. Her nails are painted red and she is carrying a book ... something in French I think. (sigh) Making her way over to a cabana. To reapply tanning lotion, which has a faint scent of coconuts. Where is Ipanema? I must find out and move there. I will pack up my things in a jiffy ... after all I really only need a bathing suit, sunglasses and a hat. Oh yeah, and that coconut tanning lotion! I wonder if its edible? Ohhh...
I have been thinking of making a herbal heat pack for quite sometime now. On a trip to the coast about 4 and a half years ago-that is how long I have been putting this off :) Cody and I wandered into a little shop is SLO (San Luis Obispo). The quaint store greeted us with an aroma of lavender and rosemary. A large bath tub full of rocks and goldfish sat in front of the large bay window. The store keeper greeted us and insisted we looked weary and literally made us rest on her overstuffed couch in the middle of her shop. We put up a great fight...honest :) She then gave us two neck pillows filled with organic rice...naturally...and lavender. The back of our necks, wrists and temples were rubbed with a liquid stress reliever. We were instructed to close our eyes and relax. It was a very nice experience. At that moment I decided "I could make one of these" but as you are all well aware of... :)
I've taking up knitting. I see myself already - the ripe old age of 24, knitting in a rocking chair with a cat around my feet! :) I always like looking at all the "home spun" wools in fabric stores. Their beautiful threads, woven in a pasta-like-mess...as if their braids were just taken out to dry in the breeze. I CANNOT think of very many sun-less winters when I actually need a scarf. But the ambiance of a homemade scarf appeals to me. The long tails of a scarf thrown around my neck a few times, like an old cat too lazy to fight back. That is my ideal picture of winter for the moment...
Set in a warm, cozy coffee house, with big couches and comfy chairs. Choose a table by the garden or a quiet corner in the back. Scented candles fill the air, creating a serene environment to soak in your favorite Keats poet or catch up with "old friends" (purrrrrrrrr). The gently whir of the cappuccino machine lulls you into a relaxed state, while a classical medley stirs your imagination. Perhaps a delicate pastry is your fancy, or a large cup of steaming tea. As you take a stretch from your cafe latte, visit the garden full of herbs and flowers. Pick a sprig of peppermint for your tea or a bit of fragrant lavender for your lapel.
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There is a great company called "Burt's Bees" which makes natural products for your skin, hair and body. From a garden's soap, to baby powder, salves for chapped skin and lip to lavender toothpaste. All of Burt's Bees products use natural products. I recently got a jar of "Almond Milk Beeswax Hand Creme." It smells sinfully wonderful! :) I put it on my knees, elbows and cuticles, knuckles and fingers, decolletage. It works great and smell yummy!!! :)
For as long as I can remember I've always believed that roses wrapped in sheet notes were one of the most romantic gestures. I get that same feeling when it rains. Call me a "romantic." I see nothing in a seven course meal, complete with valets and matron's - calamari on one side and escargot on the other. Give me a small cafe with candles and books and I'm satisfied. I remember the time I read Romeo and Juliet, and I thought how could love ever be the same? Why was it that every boy I knew was so practical...so dull? I got strange looks when I hinted about how wonderful it would be to slow-dance in the rain. Quiet thoughts of "you would get wet" and "what for?" - was all I really needed to hear, to decide I was not in the right place. I'd dream my little romantic dreams by myself. It's funny how a person comes into your life, isn't it? How he manages to change it all...and you life it! I remember the first time he said I was beautiful. It was thrilling and chilling all in the same emotion. Then to hear it again and again, slowly exchanging personal thoughts, to find them returned with the same effort and enthused. I remember when he said "I love you." How his voice was a little different. I wonder how I sounded when I said it back? Its the little things that matter. The writing "I" on one page of his notebook, then "L" on the next page, then "O" on the next page until it spelt out "I LOVE YOU." To watch him talk. How he'd have that content smile when he'd stare at me. To watch him mumble how tired he was and put his head down into my arms. He gave me a pressed flower, he'd had a year...he announced to me "I have some thing to give you," when he gave it to me. The way he's play with my hands and touch my arms and pull at the skin on my elbows. The way he'd slurp him coffee. All this may bore anybody else. But when you're in love, well its...beautiful.
I truly love meringue! I haven't exactly narrowed it down to what I love so much about it! Perhaps just making it, but I really love breaking off little peaks on the top and popping them in your mouth...oh how they melt! Or maybe the fact that if you should drop an undressed meringue it will shatter into a thousand pieces...like a fine tea saucer. Oh if only the moon were made of meringue...instead of cheese!
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I am in love...with the SEA!!! I think I should have been a beautiful anemone on maybe a forest of kelp, gentry swaying, swaying, swaying, swaying in the ocean current. I would ever like to spend my days as a starfish, stuck to a large rock. I would settle to wander as a hermit crab, moving from shell to shell. Such a glorious life I think. Always waking up on the ocean's shore. If I had a choice though, of what creature to be and life in the sea, I would have to choose a dolphin or sea otter. That would be my ideal way you spend every day...swimming and jumping through waves or basking in the warmth of the sun while wrapped up in a kelp bed. "Good-bye sea otter, sweet dreams! (kiss)"
I love the rain! I love the darkened bark on the trees and their clean crisp leaves. The coloring is so pretty. These is a flurry off little sparrows when it rains, as if they are saying to each others "Hurry!!! Its raining...let's go drink some Berry Cider at my nest." The wonderful greyness about the skies, like a warm flannel gently fitted and cozy. How wonderful for the earth to get a well deserved shower. And when the wind blows a gentry breeze to scatter the droplets and dry the windows...I am always amazed how far I can see down the roads.
Who? Wants? What? NO.
The old oak's branches, heavy with year's growth lay close to the ground. The mist covering the top so as to shadow it's age. There at the base of the trunk she sat. Quietly, always quietly. Her porcelain skin glows beneath the shadows of large branches. Cloaked in raven tresses gently framing her delicate features. Her eyes are as the sea, deep and blue. She sits with a single leaf from the oak. Her thin fingers caressing each point and side. Her hands move as to music. Graceful and slow, with each move made with such ease. Her eyes float among the edge of where the ocean, she's walking on a wire.
My love of gardening bloomed at an early age. Toying with the likes of a child's indoor greenhouse, receives from a breakfast cereal. Living on a farm for most of my life nurtures the green thumb syndrome. Living, growing things surrounded me. Teaching me the changing of each season's toll and miracles upon each plant and tree. I always loved to grow mint! It is hardy, fast growing and fragrant. One can rarity succeed in killing and de-rooting mint. Perfect to practise my growing technique upon. My mother, a wonderful garderer, gave me a spot of ground to do what my heart desired. I experimented with carnations, aloe, avacado seeds and roses. When I was first married we had a small-SMALL patie and I had potted plants. I nutured these plants, although they grew beyond potted life and I slowly gave up. Without an outdoor hose, I trudged water in a large pitcher and watered these remaining few plants. Summer's heat won. Later when we moved into an abode with ACTUAL SOIL my green thumbs blossomed! Removing the has-beens and planting herbs, flowers and bulbs. I love herbs! Sage, thyme, lemon balm, of course - mint and rosemary. Rosemary's petite blue flower bloom year-round. So easy to grow - and with scened, flavoriful rewards. My lamb's ear between two roses. Its soft and furry leaves are serene. There is a place in Cambria with a large garden of flower, shrubs, herbs and climbing things - Heart's Ease Herb Shop & Garden.
"Scorpie"
NO...I WISH!!! :)
