The heat is sweltering and I find myself reaching for colder climes by reading Norse mythology.
Ho hum.
I've gained a real taste for lentils. Love lentils. Tasty tasty lentils.
And into my midst this fair morning fell a bottle of patchouli oil.
Which I opened and have enjoyed scenting everything in my reach (I may have overdone it a bit).
I am bored and dull with the monotony of freedom and days dragging for whats seems to be an eternity.
I say it now, and by fall I will be longing for what is lost. :)
The Dises by Dorothy Hardy