I like your mouth


“As it so happens, I like your mouth.”

“It doesn’t — ”

“Challenge me?” He set the bottle down and moved to the end of the bed. “An outspoken woman makes the world a livable place. You have fire in you, and I would never put that out.”

~ Dannika Dark, Twist

Weekly photo challenge Face


five things that have made her week

1. this thrifted sterling brooch
{sporting an umbrella brooch on rainy days; she is dressing for the occasion ;)}

2. these sprouts
{of fuchsia, that survived the frost season}

3. these vintage cameras
{$5.00 each from the church thrift store. It’s just one of those things that are pretty to look at but doesn’t have much use.}

4. this sandwich
{she has been noshing a chicken salad w/havarti on rye bread when she got home from work, three days in a row}

5. these blooms
{the first spring harvest from her own rose garden}

an embellishment of life


“What a lovely thing a rose is!”

He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects.

“There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion,” said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. “It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”

~ Arthur Conan Doyle, The Naval Treaty


five things that have made her week

1. this pack of lunch
{caprese salad — something that is so easy to throw and toss in a bowl}

2. these vintage books
{‘a lovely lady, garmented in light, from her own beauty.’~ The Witch of Atlas (1820), st.5}

3. this vintage knife
{carving bakelite handle Regent Sheffield The Miracle Worker All Purpose Knife, $1.00 at Salvation Army}

4. this rose gauntlet
{all geared up for pruning season ;)}

5. this garden hose
{just because…}

me sleeping

When I awoke on the morning
of my two hundredth birthday,
I expected to be consulted
by supplicants
like the Sibyl at Cumae.
I could tell them something.

Instead, it was the usual thing:
dried grapefruit for breakfast,
Mozart all morning, interrupted
by bees’ wings,
and making love with a woman
one hundred and eighty-one years old.

At my birthday party
I blew out two hundred candles
one at a time, taking
naps after each twenty-five.
Then I went to bed, at five-thirty,
on the day of my two hundredth birthday,

and slept and dreamed
of a house no bigger than a flea’s house
with two hundred rooms in it,
and in each of the rooms a bed,
and in each of the two hundred beds
me sleeping.

‘On Reaching the Age of Two Hundred’ by Donald Hall, The Selected Poems of Donald Hall.


It’s National Pet Day today.

of the wilted, the shopworn & the free


In the alley behind the florist’s shop,
a huge white garbage truck was parked and idling.
In a cloud of exhaust, two men in coveralls
and stocking caps, their noses dripping,
were picking through the florist’s dumpster
and each had selected a fistful of roses.

As I walked past, they gave me a furtive,
conspiratorial nod, perhaps sensing
that I, too (though in my business suit and tie)
am a devotee of garbage – an aficionado
of the wilted, the shopworn, and the free—
and that I had for days been searching
beneath the heaps of worn-out, faded words
to find this brief bouquet for you.

~ ‘In the Alley’ by Ted Kooser, Valentines.