#5-1-22

[wandacrow]

The Beauty of Not Being Human

I wish I wasn’t human. 

Not that it’s bad

But-I want to be something else

A field mouse hiding under lily of the valley

A crow searching for a hidden coin 

A fox making its burrow for the winter

Or maybe a moss patch in the forest

Even a snail slowly crawling across the floor

But sometimes I wish that I was the wind on a hot summer's day

The soil in a kind old lady’s flower garden

The first rain of spring

Morning dew on freshly cut grass

A pretty stone you take home from the beach

A frog sunbathing on a Lilypad

Perhaps I want to be a sprig of lavender 

Or a sunflower turning to watch the sky

A young girl’s sewing needle

An intricate vase from the thrift store that you buy just because you want it

A garden gnome watching over the perennials 

A freshly baked loaf of bread from the local bakery

Maybe it’s because I don’t like being human.

Or maybe it’s because I love seeing the beauty in the world,

And wish someone would see it in me.

[photozoi]

May the First was “Happy Jeep Day”!

Already four years old, where has the time gone?

Jeep- Borzoi    Giant Peach, G.P., “Jeep!”

[halloweenvalentine1997]

cremated ashes in an urn underground at the base of the rose trellis grass over the grave untold golden season of pain turned to a dark storm of gunmetal teeth crowbars prying open vaults to smash jewels untold trauma black glitter on a bruised cheekbone dissolved souls massacred down drains through tubes and into the tributaries of the river She’ll learn to be good submissive to the serpents in the valleys and the woods She’ll chain each bouquet she receives to the wall X off the days in each calendar square She’ll light a candle for each victim (heads pierced by a nail gun or life returning to water or lost to the crematorium the oubliette the yellow-walled prison the sky the vermillion leaves grass and wild rose garden over the bones) Trellis wood snaps dislocated like a skeleton or a set of broken ivory teeth as the house is swept away into the manic circles of a twister All that’s left is boards and bone and the hush of silenced voices

Vivica Salem

[alicedrawslesmis]

Sketching Les Mis Chapter 5.1.22 - Step By Step

[photozoi]

Our last big storm we got over 8 inches of wet, heavy snow dumped on us overnight, followed by more snow over the next few days. In April!!! That was almost more snow than we had had the entire winter combined. The first dump was a doozy, collapsing the roof of the chicken coop. Fortunately the birds were all inside the shed for the night and so unhurt.

It took nearly two weeks to get the mess cleared out and a temporary top back on the coop, (we have been hampered by hailstorms and we are still working on the inside of the pen), but the birds are once again out and on worm patrol. If some of them would stop supervising and help this would go much faster.

[photozoi]

Spanish Lavender