once upon a misty morning...

Illustration by Katharine Pyle

This is how i feel today. It's true i don't always feel this way. And so i pulled over just to say, as a reminder to me, since i can't always see that every body can't always like every other body. And that really is O.K. I was just feeling very content thinking about the fact that there are people you will get along with in this world and there are other people who you may not get along with. Normally, it's quite painful for me to admit that, because, of course, i want everyone to like me. But the fact is everybody does not like me, and everybody i ever meet in the future is not guaranteed to like me. I'm sure i unwittingly step on other people's toes all the time. But enough about that. Since for some unknown reason this thought occurred to me out of the blue; and for whatever reason i was completely okay with the idea that there are probably a great many people in this world who want nothing to do with me, I thought i better write it down before i forget it. Oh, and i even made it into a snappy little rhyme- not sure why, sometimes that just happens.

Ps. I'm not sure where that title came from, it was the first thing that came to me. I googled it to see if it was a remnant from a nursery rhyme or something, but alas all i could find was "One Misty, Moisty, Morning" (a lovely rhyme by the way). Anyway, if i ever write a book i may start it that way. I like it. If you happen to have heard that phrase before, and you know where it came from, will you please let me know? Thanks.

 

 

end of the line...

Illustration by Roberto Innocenti

March is absolutely missing, I'm completely out of patches, and i'm okay with that. It was a great run. Six whole years of non-stop blogging. And now i guess we'll just settle down into a new routine where we don't care what month it is, not in the least. No more patches, no more excuses. What a relief! Meanwhile, Snow & i are trying to start an etsy shop for vintage finds which i know i'm going to have a very hard time parting with. Also, I've been feeling so nostalgic lately. What's the deal?! Let's see... I started my herb garden; and there's a baby bunny living all by his lonesome under the pile of wood beneath my bathroom window. (Emmeli named him Little Ball Bunny. At first, i thought she was saying little bald bunny. Little Ball Bunny is so much nicer. Nobody likes a bald bunny....kinda defeats the point of being a rabbit.) Our new bees are now nestled in their squatty little hives; we have frogs galore wildly reproducing and populating our pond with tadpoles; and that's pretty much it. I really just wanted to pop in & lay to rest my old ideals. I'm thru with that business once and for all. Really, it changes nothing, other than, hopefully, i'll stop talking about it all the time. The End. (I just wanted to say that. This is not the end.) i mean... it's the end of excuses. It is not the end of the blog. Ok. Gotta go now.