i get so dreamy these days.
the nights are warmer but the skies are grey.
gentle rains come, harried occasionally by a golden sun through clouds like silver pirate ships.
my backyard is so green it aches, so growing and fresh, seeds and pollen bursting into the air.
i call them beatrix potter days.
because they remind me of muddy paths through blossoming english countrysides.
bees and birds and willows and lilacs.
ruffled skirts and romantic colors to frolic through the wispy spring greens.
aprons are the accessory du jour.
my choice of music today is a strange ethereal dreamworld.
my forays into wildcrafting so far include plucking miner's lettuce and dandelion greens for salads.
i collected handfuls of dandelions for wine and plucked their yellow petals. but the process stymies me; i'm stuck at the "wine yeast" ingredient...what is that? where to find it?
the big fat bumblebees know just what to do.
this guys seemed to be taking a nap in a sweet nest.
these ladybugs know what to do too. that is, mate.
a mating pair fell to the ground; i watched them closely. i could see them stuck together. it boggled my mind.
can it be? ladybugs do it?!
dreaming my days away
If acorn cups were teacups,
what should we have to drink?
Why! honey-dew for sugar,
in a cuckoo-pint of milk;
With pats of witches' butter
and a tansey cake, I think,
Laid out upon a toad-stool
on a cloth of cob-web silk!
time to write letters, to plant seedlings, to watch birds flock in the plum tree.
time to gather eggs in apron pockets, to gather flowers, to take tea.
for hearts to break open because the sky is breaking open,
because some forgotten sun shines into corners.
and the tulip tree blooms.
blue calico skirt: thrifted at DI $3
pink ruched tank top: (big boob illusion maker) eco thrift $3
vintage pink apron: thrifted
fake birkenstocks: thrifted .99
white sweater: was my mom's in the 70s
beaded jewelry: made myself a long time ago