At the In-Laws

I think my favourite thing about staying with my in-laws in Auckland is this ADORABLE photo of my Darling Husband as a wee wee lad:

A lazy Hearts because it's cold and rainy today.

From: Discher
To: Kitten

How To Get A Girl To Do Anything And Everything In Bed - Be Absoluutely Mind Blowing

Withered there was but a few minutes' interval 2935, 298302
his recall and failure to support tides down the far centuries
and i could note.

'tis the season ...

And I Think He'd Look Hot in a Top Hat and Bowtie
Boyfriend: Ah, don't listen to her, she still believes in magic.
Girlfriend: Jesus! I believe in Jesus!

--117th St & 8th Ave

Overheard by: Schenk
via Overheard in New York, Apr 4, 2009

More from this intersection.
San Francisco, January 2008.
We were waiting for a bus.


Chestnut and ... Montgomery. Perhaps.






We were there in very early January.




Maybe it was Chestnut and Laguna?


Stop Bush.

I'm terribly sick of Funerals.

My darling sisters and I read the following poem:

Dirge without Music by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.

The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Week Fourteen (almost forgot!)

Sunday
It took me most of the day but I made gingerbread turtles for Craig.


Monday
A particularly uneventful day. Despairing of my lack of photos I was taking a picture of my shoe when I was surprised by this very placid bumblebee in my room. I took many many macro shots then set him free. He must earn his freedom.


Tuesday
No, POLE.


Wednesday
A palegreen bucket filled near to the brim with greengreen Feijoas. The bucket reaches almost to my knee.
Our feijoa tree is very fruitful.


Thursday
Distracted at my old Intermediate School during Magic Hour.
Was not in a photography kind of mood, but thankfully the light was beautiful.


Friday
A choir performs in Wellington Train Station.


Saturday
A day of almost complete procrastination and yet I forgot to take a photo until 10pm and even then it's only of this strange little Hawaiian tiki statue.
I really should write about my tiny souvenir collection.
That is to say, a collection of souvenirs that are tiny, not that I just have a tiny collection. GAH.


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The gingerbread turtles were delicious.

Welcome Home, Crabhands!