sleep little lungs, sleep.

i have started to read francesca lia block's words again. i stopped for a little while. her words make me sad. not because they are tragic or melancholy but because i know that i could never write such wonderful, beautiful sentances. my words don't seem worthy next to hers.
but my love bought me some books and my bones are crying out for her stories.

the last few days, i have been a scientist. sitting on river banks, watching ma wade through the water. she is studying little water creatures. the kind that people seem to forget are alive. water mites and nymphs and beetles. it is my job to identify the little creatures in the tray and tally down the total. we have even caught a few fish, but they are naughty and shouldnt be in our nets.
animals love my ma. i do believe she should live in the water too. she would be the most beautifulest water creature.






i received such wonderful gifts this year.
an old picnic basket, vintage shoes, beatrix potter and alice in wonderland ballets, books, old suitcases, old perfume bottles, little things for my dolls house, vintage photographs, little masks, old doilies and hankies.

i am very lucky.