'ear 'ear

My whole body shook with terror.
I sucked in a breath, to appease my gasping knees.
Or tried to.
But my lungs weren't taking oxygen at that time.
Which was a shame, because my heart was already off and racing.
Desperately I tried again, but it was too late.
Too late.

~

I was ready. I was braced.

The world was going to end, everything was going black.

I saw you then. I saw... You.

But the world was still so wonderfully green.

Isn't that all wrong?

But, oh.

Oh right.

p.s. 
I totally found a piece of wood that looks like an ear. How cool is that?

And It Was Lovely

x

Walk

   Walk. Stop running from care.
In fact, sit down and crawl for a bit.
    I'm lying here with you.
My knees are bleeding too, our wounds are twin expressions of integrity.
    So hold my hand and stop for a bit.
Walk. For once, slow down.
    Say hello and smile at me with your eyes.
Or better yet, smile with me,
    And we'll brighten the day of every passerby.
Walk. Walk with me.

xx

i can't actually take pictures

Have you ever tried to take pictures from muleback? It's much more difficult than you might think.

p.s.

Yup, I put a fern on Myrtle's face. She was thoroughly confused. 

i don't care

back in the summertime

"i let a piece of my heart slip

i'm good at that, you know."

but that doesn't mean i have to like it.
and it doesn't mean i have to care.
you're all smiles
all kindness

so don't you dare tell me i'm charming.
don't you dare tell me my voice gives you chills.
i don't want to hear it.
 i don't care.

this is a plea.
this is me begging.
they're just words.

but somehow,
they still mean more than you'll ever

know.  

p.s.
This post was inspired by Cally's over here. Go check her out. 

Also this, in honor of being a copycat.

The used up light

So rich in hue

The dawn so bright

The fragile dew

The heavy shadow 

Of evening cold

The last hurrah 

In vibrant gold

The first grey shaft

In silver fey

With light quick steps

Draws night away. 

                        -Lady Gargoyle

                        p.s.

Taaagggeeedddddddd

I have been tagged. *waggles eyebrows*

Here are the rules:
• Link back to the blogger who tagged you
• Take some pictures of your favorite thing in your room
• Explain why that certain thing is so special to you
• Tag five other bloggers

SO the person who both made the tag and tagged me, is Embers, of A Dragon's Whisper. Go follow her, etc. 

This was a much harder choice than I anticipated. Turns out, I don't have things in my room, unless I really like them. I went with Bog, who is not technically a "thing", but he's my favorite. So ha. XD

 Here he is, in all his glory. Bog wasn't feeling very photogenic, but I did manage to get a few nice-ish pictures of him.

 Isn't he darling?

NOW, the reason he is so special to me is because he's not only a cockroach, but my nicest cockroach. See, I have several others, but he's the nicest and doesn't try to skitter off when you hold him. Plus, he's adorable and fascinating, both excellent reasons for being a favorite of anyone. XD


I taagggggg...............,

Hannah Joy

  Cally

Jordy

Cassie 

Annddddd The Piano Girl!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some dancing in the rain to do.

Source

I don't have time for all this

That's what I think.

There are things to see, places to go, bugs to find and people to love. And I don't have time for all this extra stuff.

And then Someone tells me I have time. All the time in world.

So I believe Him and breath again.

p.s

This is the result of starting community college and stressing and dying and praying like crazy about it and finding it to be nowhere near as bad as you expected it to be. And having fresh memories of wonderful times doesn't hurt either.

p.p.s

It's a Bastille kind of evening

River

Z: Ew, there's something gross in my shoe!
A: That's your foot, dummy.

P.S

This Sort Of Animal

Pinterest 

If I were a bird, I think I should be a hawk

The sort no one would think to mock

 For I would be wild and free

Just like everyone wishes to be 

If I were a beast, I think I would be a wild cat

The sort nobody can long look at

For I would be the picture of stealth

My secrecy would be my wealth

If I were an insect, I think I should be a beetle

The sort that causes laughter so gleeful

For I would run hither and yon

Here and then there over a child's lawn

But as it is, I cannot be them all

So I must be content being this sort of animal

And all that entails

For now

P.S

Come Fly With Me

Insects and Fairs

Klickitat River

        This weekend was by far the most fun I've had in a lonnngggg time. I was invited by Arthur Dunn to go on an butterfly collecting trip with him, one of his naturalists friends and a lepidopterist, Caitlin LaBar on Saturday. Needless to say, I was a bit excited. 

        

There were lots of butterflies, as well as some very cheeky crickets Arthur and I took the time to catch. I didn't take many pictures, but here are a few

Swallowtails 

Pale Swallowtail

We also saw a rattlesnake facing off with a squirrel. The squirrel was antagonizing the rattler and he seemed to have had about enough of the squirrel and was leaving. 

The rattlesnake. See it?

Caitlin, Arthur and Marianne

A deer that died sometime in the winter. No beetles underneath, sadly.

So yeah. Best day evah.

THEN on Sunday, my family had a booth at the Mother Earth News fair for the blacksmithing forges we make. While nowhere near as much fun as Saturday was, it was still an enjoyable day.

Cori blacksmithing

Lady Em from The Life and Times of Emily C. 

Yours truly, sunburning.

Cori, giving a lesson to this year's guy-who-stays-and-watches-literally-the-whole-time. There always is one.

Mom

Also, I  home with two chicks. Because they're adorable. Their names are John Carter and Jay, even though they're both females. Autumn bought two as well.

Jay climbed up there on the way home,

And then was joined by everyone else. I was so tired and sunburned at this point.

Autumn's face here about sums up how all of us were feeling by the end of the day. 

That's what I've been up to. What about you? 

Dun dun dun

Is it late already?

not again

My bright day is gone

and I'm left with the night

Then again maybe, it's not so bad

not like this

Stars and a moon

no, it's not so bad

I caught a firefly

and thought of you

A conversation with frogs

 Reminded me of you

What a bother this is

what a pity

To have beauty aplenty 
but to have it alone

Song

Look at these pictures and then go outside and do something. Anything really.

But feel free to get this stuck in your head first: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_YPZjIZNWY

Photo:Pinterest

It's well after midnight, and I'm not asleep,

Outside my window the stars twinkle and wink

Lifting my head, I speak into the night, 

But my sister's asleep, her eyes closed tight

So I climb from my bed and trip on the mess on the floor,

Dash the rest of the way and slip out the door

Once in the barnyard, I glance up at the moon,

Hanging low, illuminating the gloom

Smiling now, I increase my speed,

Enjoying my secret, be it a common enough deed

Now through the barn, now through the field,

and up on the hill, a concrete water tower is revealed

The view from up there is the best one around,

The white mountain, the valley; in the distance, a town

Settling down, I gaze up at the sky,

Wondering whether to laugh or to cry

Instead, I pray to the God who is the giver of all good things,

Of deep roots and butterfly wings

So many people need a church to feel close,

They need the words and the songs to keep them afloat

Or someone to tell them, "You're doing it right!"

To hold their hand when bright days turn to night

But I have been given a different way,

I see his love in creation every day

The creatures of dirt, and the ones of sky,

These are the things he shows his love by

I won't forget and neither should you

If you just look at a tree or the sky oh-so blue.

In the meantime, it's well after midnight and I'm still not asleep.