Wandering and Wondering
Today I had to go down to Princes Street to pick up a package for my mum, and because Edinburgh is just SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL, I took some photos… 22 more words
2 days, 23 hours
I would gladly spend every weekend wandering around my own orange grove, the smell of blossoms thick in the air, intoxicating both me and the thousands of bees buzzing from blossom to blossom.
California. March 2015.
4 days, 9 hours
There are days we live as if death were nowhere
in the background;
from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
5 days, 9 hours
I’ve never actually been cool/badass enough to have this phrase shouted at me, but I feel like it’s what people say sometimes, and let’s be honest, it’s been a while since I posted on this blog. 93 more words
1 week, 2 days
Though I’m always a little nervous when travelling somewhere completely new, I was verging on scared when I set off on my first trip to Plovdiv, Bulgaria. 381 more words
1 week, 6 days
For our final visit to California (where the Mister is finishing up a graduate degree), we decided to travel in a couple days early so we could visit Sequoia National Park. 520 more words
Monday 16th March: I started the week with an obnoxiously healthy grocery shop to put myself in the right frame of mind.
Tuesday 17th March… 107 more words