This is what’s been exciting me lately:
— plans to force bulbs! I’m going to try paperwhites and daffodils.
— Having two super cool new roommates!
— pumpkin chocolate chip muffins.
— getting out of armchairs and unexpectedly treading on dinosaurs :)
— bulk-food storage containers! I really would like to get some nice, durable, air-tight containers for our flours and sugars.
— Venus fly-traps. I totally just bought one at WalMart.
—Fall leaves!
— Sewing curtains out of my favoritest fabric.
— The approach of soup weather…Split pea soup…Chicken noodle soup…Potato and bacon soup…Mmm.
Love Song by Ranier Maria Rilke
How shall I hold my soul that it may not
Be touching yours? How shall I lift it then
Above you to where other things are waiting?
Ah, gladly would I lodge it, all forgot,
With some lost thing the dark is isolating
On some remote and silent spot that, when
Your depths vibrate, is not itself vibrating.
You and me – all that lights upon us, though,
Brings us together like a fiddle-bow
Drawing one voice from two strings it glides along.
Across what instrument have we been spanned?
And what violinist holds us in his hand?
O sweetest song.
IF you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
—Emily Dickinson
