4. this dress. no other words needed.
5. yup. I saved the best for last. admit it you got the goosebumps right now.
Monday, 14 May, 2012
smile! it's monday {5 lovely things}...
Thursday, 10 May, 2012
and the world was born again...
currently listening to:
The grass grows green upon the earth.
The trees wave their brilliantly green, new little leaves at me.
Butterflies flutter around in the breeze.
The dandelions smile up at me from the ground.
A light, flowery scent drifts through my open window.
The robins build their nests.
The frogs sing out a beautifully monotonous rythym.
The sun is shining warm.
The ice has disappeared from the pond and the ducks and geese have moved in to take its place.
The entire earth buzzes with new life.....
Spring is finally here Well, technically, it's been here for about a month and a half, but it's only been in the past couple weeks that it first started feeling like it. Spring in Canada is a funny thing; you think it's here and then winter reaches out with its greedy, icy fingers to snatch it away from you, dangling it there in front of your poor, frost-bitten soul, just beyond your reach. The sky is grey, the wind is biting, the sun refuses to shine, and then, all of a sudden, spring breaks free, and the world comes to life. But this year, spring was a bit more subtle. Normally, when it comes, it's obvious: the melting snow makes scores of little rivers running all over the yard, the strong but glorious smell of thawing manure, and generally more sunshine. But this year, there was hardly any melted snow rivers, little to no scent of thawing manure, and skies greyer than Washington's wig. Yup. It was dreary. But then, winter was an odd one too: hardly any snow, with generally warm weather (it only got down to -35 a few times). Just grey and brown. And how is one supposed to tell when spring is here if it looks exactly like winter did?
I'm not at all winter sort-of girl. Some girls I know live for snow ball fights, skiing, skating (none of which I enjoy...yes, I am the most disgraceful Canadian since I-don't-know-when) and that hideous winter gear--ill-fitting snow pants *shudders*, heavy, cumbersome parkas (could they be any more annoying?), and gloves and mitts which pretty much cancel out being able to move your hands properly. In other words, I dislike winter. Strongly dislike it. Winter always weighs heavily on me; my soul thrives on green trees, warm sunlight, singing birds, and withers like a flower under the gloomy shade of winter.
I cannot tell you how happy I was on that day a few weeks ago, when, in the midst of greyer-than-grey skies and nonstop rain, the sun shone, and I knew without any doubt that spring was here, unmistakably here, safe out of winter's reach. My heart sang along with the voices of birds, frogs, and rustling leaves. It was unimaginable that I could ever be unhappy ever again...it still is rather, every time I see a robin pulling up a worm just outside my window, look out at the green fields and blue sky, or feel the warm breeze caressing my face and mussing my hair.
Life, when the world sings this familiar tune of life, love, and color, is perfect and could hardly be otherwise.
The grass grows green upon the earth.
The trees wave their brilliantly green, new little leaves at me.
Butterflies flutter around in the breeze.
The dandelions smile up at me from the ground.
A light, flowery scent drifts through my open window.
The robins build their nests.
The frogs sing out a beautifully monotonous rythym.
The sun is shining warm.
The ice has disappeared from the pond and the ducks and geese have moved in to take its place.
The entire earth buzzes with new life.....
Spring is finally here Well, technically, it's been here for about a month and a half, but it's only been in the past couple weeks that it first started feeling like it. Spring in Canada is a funny thing; you think it's here and then winter reaches out with its greedy, icy fingers to snatch it away from you, dangling it there in front of your poor, frost-bitten soul, just beyond your reach. The sky is grey, the wind is biting, the sun refuses to shine, and then, all of a sudden, spring breaks free, and the world comes to life. But this year, spring was a bit more subtle. Normally, when it comes, it's obvious: the melting snow makes scores of little rivers running all over the yard, the strong but glorious smell of thawing manure, and generally more sunshine. But this year, there was hardly any melted snow rivers, little to no scent of thawing manure, and skies greyer than Washington's wig. Yup. It was dreary. But then, winter was an odd one too: hardly any snow, with generally warm weather (it only got down to -35 a few times). Just grey and brown. And how is one supposed to tell when spring is here if it looks exactly like winter did?
I'm not at all winter sort-of girl. Some girls I know live for snow ball fights, skiing, skating (none of which I enjoy...yes, I am the most disgraceful Canadian since I-don't-know-when) and that hideous winter gear--ill-fitting snow pants *shudders*, heavy, cumbersome parkas (could they be any more annoying?), and gloves and mitts which pretty much cancel out being able to move your hands properly. In other words, I dislike winter. Strongly dislike it. Winter always weighs heavily on me; my soul thrives on green trees, warm sunlight, singing birds, and withers like a flower under the gloomy shade of winter.
I cannot tell you how happy I was on that day a few weeks ago, when, in the midst of greyer-than-grey skies and nonstop rain, the sun shone, and I knew without any doubt that spring was here, unmistakably here, safe out of winter's reach. My heart sang along with the voices of birds, frogs, and rustling leaves. It was unimaginable that I could ever be unhappy ever again...it still is rather, every time I see a robin pulling up a worm just outside my window, look out at the green fields and blue sky, or feel the warm breeze caressing my face and mussing my hair.
Life, when the world sings this familiar tune of life, love, and color, is perfect and could hardly be otherwise.
Wednesday, 9 May, 2012
poetical wednesdays...
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by William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure: --
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
Yup. It's spring poetry again. What can I say? I'm in love with spring....
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