to the pond with the swans and the swimming,

Good morning sweet friends (^.^)
I'm sitting in the shade, below the May Tree.

The crickets sing me to sleep, and the fields of song birds replace bedside clocks.  The weather is as warm as freedom, and the grass is as soft as the new born's belly. I want to pick clover for my black dog, and stretch the good day's dimples. 
 I want to fold pieces of summer into a fish bowl... or a jar made for jelly. I want to place it upon my bottom shelf, and use it for fodder everytime I catch those blues.   In the season of nectar, I want to undress and run my dark wine through the meadow.       More than anything, I want to understand the language of birds.

The other day, a quite peculiar event occurred.  I was bathing in hot soapy water, combing through knots, when I heard echoes of wind, and the sound of cups falling.   I raced from the water, to make sense of my ears, that's when I found him. 
One scavenger bird, a lost Magpie who found his flight inside of my home.  He took wing down the hallway as I burrowed myself into blankets. Trembling in my nakedness, a coward in a cotton robe,  I was alone and afraid. At first, I placed blame on my fingers for leaving windows open, but how could I have known?  It's not every season that birds enter my dwelling.  As I raked through thoughts of surrender,  I found myself listening to his song. He was cooing, and crying softly for home. After pacing through heart beats, and how to's, I called the bearded one.  He walked into my shack, took good care of the bird, and all was gentle again. 

This post is decorated for you Magpie. For you.  I watched you leave through the window, and into the wild.  I hope your singing below berry-crowned bushes while sunshine licks your beak.   If only we spoke the same language, you could have taught me how to sing.



Birds, and banjos, and dreams of tree trunks for sleeping.
 Today is Saturday,  I will hum to the blushing honeysuckles, bend strings for music making, and visit the daylight's kindle.  The weather has been so pleasant, my dog's been stealing kisses, and I want the world to stay this way forever. When the moon hits the forest,  I will be eating sushi with the bearded one.   

Banjos, dogs chasing tails, melodious birds, sushi for dinner,  I know heavens.




 Kiss your mother,
Hugs and happy happy. x

what i wore

Floral Dress- Urban Outfitters $15
White Blouse- The Bay $20
Floral Crown- Flea Market 
White Wedges- Aldo

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