I’ve been trying to make Mondays in October about being around my house. And today, while I was hanging out at my house, watching the who knows what number hour of television I’ve watched in the past month, I realized that I didn’t have a post ready for today. 285 more words
Daffodil yellow and the frill of their edges when I was a girl.
The white, startling, white of narcissus the demurring and pitying smiles of ladies in waiting, the whispered trill of laughter as they danced down the tall, stone, halls – she loves narcissus, she loves narcissus flowers – well she should, well she should, as she weds the living breathing man himself. 617 more words