You look nice today. I'll be here when you get back.
YES, POPPIES. BECAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY, AND RED.
YES, POPPIES. BECAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY, AND RED.
"And that scarlet poppies around like a bower,
The maiden found her mystic flower.
'Now, gentle flower, i pray thee tell
If my love loves, and loves me well;
So may the fall of the morning dew
Keep the sun from fading thy tender blue;
Now I remember the leaves for my lot--
He loves me not--he love me--he loves me not--
He loves me! Yes, the last leaf--yes!
I'll pluck thee not for that last sweet guess;
He loves me, "Yes," a dear voice sighed:
And her lover stands by Margaret's side." - faustBECAUSE THERE ARE BOTS
Please come say hola at sayers dot helen at comcast dot net
I know; it's like a super secret code, or something.
BECAUSE THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE SERIOUS
Well, I'm a mom, and a writer--long-time supporter of the Oxford comma--and wife of a totally sparkly dude. Reformed Chicago Looper, current small town dweller; in my cornfield, on my lake, I am chief finder of things, lost and hidden. I design pretty vector graphics supported by technical words in appropriate typefaces.
I recycle obsessively, and am worried about the world and that someday our sea will turn green and yellow.
I so hope it does not turn all green and yellow.
