I really want a garden.

Here are a few things that have been inspiring me.

Perhaps this winter, I'll grow a little indoor garden. Lovely idea yes?

1. Beautiful seeds  mailed right to your door.

seedsavers.org

2. Thank you notes and gift-tags  that sprout into seeds when planted.

claudiascreations.etsy.com

3. Garden inspiration.

Please, anyone.

Let me know your there.

If people are truly, madly, deeply in love with each other, they will find a way.

"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?"

-Chuck Palahniuk

"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for."

-Epicurus

"They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel."

-Carl W. Buechner

"God places the heaviest burden on those who can carry its weight."

-Reggie White

Rat tat tat.

Rat tat tat.

It's been too long.

Again.

Really. What are my excuses?

The air is cold out. So cold to my delicate lungs. Holding a delicate air and a delicate place.

Shattered china. Shattered muses.

Fevered dreams and fevered mutterings. A peak out the cold window. The sun has been setting for hours now.

Gentle, weak sun glimpses through the trees as I fall into dreams again and again. Oceans and curved buildings.

Stone observatories in the ocean. Winding stairs so frigid and uninviting.

I need hot tea and books. Wool socks and a someone to read to me.

This is all that I need, in this moment of time.

Is recognizing your needs bad?

My throat stings, burning and writhing.

Chills and fevers.

Enveloping and folding. Over and over.

Cold and hot.

So lonely. So lonely.

I dream of cracked dishes and pale walls. Such beauty.

Little houseplants and a furry cat roaming the cupboards. A little home. Of my own. So quiet. So alive. So dear.

In green lush beauty. All my own. Rain pounding on warped windows. Hush hush of the roaring fire.

Life is so simple.

Paints upon paints.

Like a canvas heavy with paint.

I am bending.

I need understanding.

Too much. To ask.

I am fevered dreaming.

I am cold chills.

Lonesome nights.

Waiting for your call.

I miss you.

Your eloquent words. My eloquent words.

Of wooden floors and white beds.

I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting.