hot pink petals
this song: Most People Are Good by Luke Bryan
dreaming on a little side porch
fig newtons and hot tea
saturday mornings with friends
this book: The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
dinner on a blue and white farm table
ice cream for the pup
hearty wildflowers and herbs on the edge of the forest
reading under light blankets at midnight
and this song: Hello It’s Me by Todd Rundgren
the tenderness of tiny blue flowers and the velvet touch of petunias, offer sprigs of happiness
“…if we’d told you then, you might not have gone — and, as you’ve discovered, so many things are possible just as long as you don’t know they’re impossible.”
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
it is the small, unexpected and seemingly trivial enchantments that bring a bit of crimson sparkle to life
let your dreams fly free,
like wild birds,
soaring into the air
and across green horizons
a new year
with new paths–
filled with bracing snow,
soft blankets and days of laughter, good friends and good coffee
What was on my grocery list:
milk
bread
cereal
fruit
butter
vegies
dishwashing liquid
tape
batteries
What I actually bought:
milk
bread
strawberry poptarts
tangerines in a small wooden crate
2 cans of tuna and
a green candle
