petit dejeuner à Paris
Maison de Thé (Mariage Frères). English: miles and miles and miles of tea…
Jubal in Paris (teacups for Messieurs with Moustaches)
city of light, city of my heart…
Month: February 2015
my mother sent me this e.e. cummings poem today, my thirtieth birthday…
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
old window; young bun
small window; big bunny
brrr cold pictures cold brrrrr
pasture…
baby sage
miss rosa the well-fed-on-goat’s-milk-kitty
baby goat. ’nuff said.
miss peppermint
TOTES MA GOATS!!!!!
songs of seeking: 30th january
when i cannot write, i wander. when i cannot wander, i sing.
some of these songs i record onto mabel via dinky ipod headphone speakers…but then, who cares? not buster, not the gorse, not the sea birds or the goats or the rain…
respectfully covered/only slightly altered from an original and perfect song by lily & madeleine
snippets…
united airlines wins big points for their bunnum-friendly policies. AND their incredibly bunnum-friendly flight attendants…
busty did great on the ferry, despite 40 hours of traveling and 18-foot swells in what was casually described as ‘not the best galestorm in which to head out’. melinda did… less well.
the view from our little corner of the island…
grumpy bun on ancient wall….
moot irish signage.
The Tourist And The Hare 