Cold Comfort Farm. Oh dear. I basically AM the girl on the right. Will’of’a’wisp poet dancing in the hills.
Vanishing of The Bees.
In the USA everything is about scientific proof instead of the insightful realizations that people many years in the beekeeping world are explaining.
We don’t need one beekeeper with 60,000 hives. We need 60,000 people with one hive.
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Wits End last night. Long live dress up events!
This is it.
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“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via ladybrady)
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I’m a sucker for hearts & roses & The Little Mermaid stickers. But more importantly, I’m a sucker for sweet friends like Katie & Greg. Heart swell.
Sweet cursive of my seven year old self sitting on its stationary
Next to a gaggle of keychains belonging to age sixteen.
Time lines out of order
Crossing each other, and tying decorative knots
Of victory
All because they were the lucky ones to survive each attempt to
Let go.
A jumprope.
A walkman.
My younger chest’s heartbeat less faint than a current rendition.
The tale of becoming a woman.
The secrets, more tender.
Boxes of glossy colored faces smiling out from their frozen fate to
Thaw the flutter in my bosom.