made for living, not for sleeping.
Amidala is lying in the front door opening,
gazing at her alleged sister on the left house corner.
I am walking barefoot all day, wearing only gloves, while gathering giant snails in the garden.
Glad I'm not a Buddhist, or all my flowers would have been eaten by those beasts.
In writing moment, 03.20 a.m. the dawn has long begun and the birds are already singing.
I'd like to share one of my favorite poems once more.
Music when Soft Voices Die (To --)
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Good night, world.
10 comments:
Barefoot while collecting slugs. Brrrr, I get the willies just thinking about that and the ick factor of a mis-step. LOL
Great picture of Amadalia. Very atmospheric and moody.
Hugs,
Annie
barefoot in the dirt pickin' out slugs sorta sound relaxing. But i think i will pull out a project to work on to relax, first.
The blod atmosphere is really magical Felisol. Yesterday I read about the Summer Solstice celebrations in Norway.
Giant snails!!! I would be afraid of them really.
I like that poem too, savor the moment long after it has gone. Things to hold on and c cherish
Dear Felisol:
I always find myself smiling at your words, both here, and on the comments you leave. No one else says it quite like you do. I love those 'blond nights' in Norway... I had to close the heavy drapes in our hotel in Tromso at 3 a.m. since sleep was NOT what I felt like doing. It's a unique and special thing to experience.
Chuckling at Amidala and her 'alleged' sister! :)
Shelley's poem is beautiful, and a good way to end your night and begin my day! :)
ha! felisol...that kitty isn't looking for her alleged sister..she is thinking of my sir galahad on the other side of the far sea!...alas! alas doesn't she know that my big black galy is resting in her grave in the back yard!..alas alas!!...amidala looks so much like galahad!
good thing that you gathered up the snails...squirrels, not snails consume our flowers!!...have to go now dear friend...will come back later to visit your cat!!...love terry
Your words are beautiful! I so understand what you mean and am always thankful for this time in Norway. It is magic!
dear felisol i just showed mom and dad golden the picture of norway's cat and now it is on her computer desktop...oh by the way sir galahad would really be insulted that i called him a her..hahahaha
dad and mom golden are doing well this first day of spring...
felisol up until a few years back, mom golden would come home from up town, take her shoes off and walk barefoot in the park...she loved it...take care now dear felisol and make sure you get some sleep...love you much...love terry
the time of the midnight sun is special - i remember spending one of them with leo in finland ... a memory to treasure - always ...
Beautiful photo - everything looks so serene. Norway must surely be one of the most beautiful places in the world.
Armidala... she blends beautifully into the scenery.
The Shelley poem is so appropriate.
Trusting all is well with your Mom.
Love
Lidia
Beautiful post! Beautiful scene & beautiful words! Your words & Shelley's. Looks like the twilight hour or gloaming,but I know there it lasts longer than an hour.I could imagine fairies roaming around under such light :)
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