Restored

Walking to Gylen Castle

Ten days in Scotland did a lot to restore the happier, more hopeful Catherine.  I'm already planning a return trip.

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

Uh-oh, am I an adult now?

I just bought a house.

I had a giddy look on my face the whole time I was signing the papers. Now all I'm thinking about is numbers.

I'll post more next week, when I'm safely tucked into my little haven.

Gratitude

New gardens
Blue skies
Conditioner that smells like coconut
Paint chips and hope
Health
Easter bonnets

Marcus at Maymont

New Year

I will be a better person this year. Promise.

The Stare's Nest By My Window

The bees build in the crevices
Of loosening masonry, and there
The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
My wall is loosening; honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

We are closed in, and the key is turned
On our uncertainty; somewhere
A man is killed, or a house burned.
Yet no clear fact to be discerned:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

A barricade of stone or of wood;
Some fourteen days of civil war:
Last night they trundled down the road
That dead young soldier in his blood:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love; O honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

(W. B. Yeats)


One of my favorite poems. Love the cadence. Love the images. That last stanza absolutely slays me.

Blogging My Fat: Week 7 (?)

I think this is week seven. And boy, I have made a piss-poor effort this month. The rugby season has ended, which means it is entirely up to me to move. Entirely up to me. Bah!