the anticipation of the first
the expectation of a second
the possibility of a third.
there's a lot more going into your first cup than just tea and boiling water. ☕
the anticipation of the first
the expectation of a second
the possibility of a third.
there's a lot more going into your first cup than just tea and boiling water. ☕
March - so much brighter than its older brother. It's rumoured they're thinking of having February tested. The sun rises with more confidence, clouds part with greater ease. In fact there are so few clouds this March it's thought February forgot to put the order in. Stupid boy.
I misunderstood the meaning of calligraphy at school and filled out a page of swear words.
Then I found out what cursive meant.
Happy flipping birthday, pancake
Greetings, and all that
I hope you get all that you want
And that you turn out flat.
I know you find the day exciting,
Fun and so appealing
But can I ask you very nicely
Come down from that
ceiling.
Scientists have finally cracked the DNA code of tea -
20% imagination
20% pondering
20% relaxation
20% satisfaction
5% magic
5% mystery
5% awe
5% ahhhhh
I'm on Substack a lot these days. Someone described it as social media for those who read whole books, which I found both funny & possibly true.
I came across this poem, The Two-Headed Calf, written by Laura Gilpin in 1977. I was moved by its simplicity and its power.
To many, Monday's arrival is as welcome as an overdue bill landing on the doormat. Another week at the coalface. Now that I'm no longer able to work due to ill health, I recall all the times I hated Mondays. But now I wish the postman would deliver just one final urgent reminder.
Sundays Light has an easier time than most. Reflecting off of fewer cars on the road and fewer people rushing around, it gets to choose where it settles. Once it's settled it's rarely disturbed. Sundays Noise takes heed and reverberations are kept to a minimum. Library Sunday.