I can't sleep…
Fall.
Naps.
Miami.
Spring.
Canada.
M*A*S*H.
Full moon.
Saturdays.
Snow Days.
Hot shower.
Maple trees.
Warm winds.
Orange Jello.
Family Dinner.
Blog followers.
House Finches.
Fleetwood Mac.
Morning Papers.
Haruki Murakami.
Zeke’s waggy tail.
Shiny black shoes.
Anything àla Mode.
Buttered Spaghetti.
Finishing a long run.
CBS Sunday Morning.
Netflix binge watching.
Milk Chocolate with nuts.
Rachel & Eric coming home.
~ DK
Photo: via Hidden Sanctuary
Everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boots, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.
— Alys Fowler, from A Recipe for Rowan Jelly in Toast Magazine
Notes: Quote: Liquid Light and Running Trees. Photo: Comfortably Awkward
~ Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It: A Memoir
Photograph: Precious Things (Johannes Linder by André Hemstedt)
Every spring
is the only spring —
a perpetual astonishment
~ Ellis Peters
Second day of Spring 2015. March 21, 2015. Picture taken outside the front door. 4:55 am. 27° F.
Credits: Poem – Assorted
