beginnings

Thank you for making me so very happy (and its only just begun).





Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?(Audrey Niffengger)

Capuchin!

The end of an era, L returns tonight, happy days and monkey world!

Filled.

Blogging fail. Too long a time has elapsed since I posted. In the last couple of weeks I have done a number of things:

-Been to my favourite festival in the world-the beautiful Glastonbury
-Tied a wish to the Wishing Tree
-Drifted on a cloud of happiness
-Finished reading the Time Traveller's Wife
-Watched Green Mile for the first time (how have I not seen it before??)
-cried for a substantial part of Green Mile
-seen and loved Bon Iver in the flesh with M
-Acquired a nice boy!
-Missed E Club
-Wanted the third bee to return like never before
-Partaken in outrageous amounts of (male) banter
-Missed L so much
-Welded myself to the television to watch Wimbledon
-Been on a double date

and much much more.

Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes--do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.

(Rilke) Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

I'm here and it's tomorrow

The past week and a half-London, Kent, Beach Break (not at a beach but a safari park), getting the tube on my own for the first time (overcoming the phobia), nights in at the hotel d'Irvine, putting off packing for Glastonbury...among many other things.







I can't wait for Glasto with this beautiful bee....





'Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
To keep our faces towards change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.' (Helen Keller)

No time for fever

H has been staying with me for two days. I showed her the local pursuits and played pub skittles for the first time ever! Last night we went to Burton Bradstock for the evening. I love the beach at night time. A beautiful lady sent me post full of pretty things, I can't wait to see her again!

L has been on her walk now for about two weeks. I am so proud of her, and miss her madly. Come home soon bee!






Jamie, you haven't changed a bit.

My salad days, when I was green in judgment, cold in blood

Sunny (and not so sunny) Somerset. Crazy O came back from France, the rain upheld its tradition by gatecrashing J's fabulous party, we bought Tescos out of their stock of Pimms, ate pie in record time, and tonight, a lovely phone call from D with some sage advice attached.

"Salad days" is an idiotmatic expression, referring to a youthful time, accompanied by the inexperience, enthusiasm, idealism, innocence, or indiscretion that one associates with a young person-

what a fantastic phrase.

June

I believe that harmonies are colors
Every time I paint it sharpens my harmony
Yesterday I tried to paint you



But the colors weren't beautiful enough (Bee)