When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
~Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“A woman knows she’s wearing the right dress when her man wants to take it off.” ~Robert Paul
Tulips…are better than one…
A welcome home…
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.” ~ Jonathan Safron Foer
A room in which we can drink wine, talk of our lives and our losses…and what remains despite it all…
Black Dress XXIV
Burberry Spring/Summer 2014
We are love
We find those little ways to speak to each other
to say even with subtle gestures
what the other already knows.
A spark, even after twenty years, that, too,
makes life anew, sensual,
sexual in strange ways
the light in the morning
on pale skin…
a laugh and low talking.
I many times find it hard to believe
the wedding day wasn’t yesterday.
Yet I feel the sting of so many washed up years…
many good but washed with bleach
soft and gentle and there
full of wishes and dreams that are yet to come.
Is it too late to feel renewed, rejuvenated?
Feeling this makes a mid-aged life fresh and livable.
Full of desire and bright light and fresh green trees
like the ones trying to spark in spring
in the yard
beyond the mulch and parked cars
where the lawn keepers parked their lawn mowers.
This Wit has been down for a bit, literally, in more ways than one…but my esteem is coming back, and hopefully some “witicisms” along with it. Business with life sometimes
squashes inspiration, or, when one is more inclined, it actually does the opposite, and, so
I am trying.
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn. ~ Lewis Grizzard
Spring is nature’s way of saying, “Let’s party!” ~ Robin Williams
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~ Charles Dickens
Awake, thou wintry earth –
fling off they sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~ Thomas Blackburn
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. ~ Anne Bradstreet
All images via Deviant Art.