river notes

ondine, aries and amy at the river

pokin' the bear

ondine xxvii and xxviii

and they have a plan

fawkes

our house is enchanted

tanya and roses

two of sarah's favorite things

sometimes you just get lucky

whatcha reading, viii

Is life, then, so sweet? Are we so softly cushioned on the stony bed of earth? Is bitterness and sorrow in its sum so small and scant a thing? Do we here breathe so divine an air that we should fear to face the passage of our breath? What have we here but hope and memory? What see we here but shadows? Shall we then fear to pass pure-handed where Fulfillment is and memory is lost in its own source, and shadows die in the light which cast them?

- Cleopatra, Henry Rider Haggard

those lazy february afternoons

Late in the afternoon she stirred and said, "Should we gather up our things and head inside?"

He was slow to answer. "I suppose," he said, but neither of them moved. Another long, silent minute passed before he said, "How long have we been out here?"

"Don't know," she said. "A long time."

lemon blossom

tanya

yeehaw