Does it feel like June to anyone else? Not as far as the weather...but the light. And the noises ( Read more... )

I ran around in the garden with my camera around my neck, flowers in my hair, petals in a jar, and pollen in a salsa dish. I played with a string of onions, and splahsed in a few puddles. The air decided life would be better if it was an ocean, so saturated itself and raised its temperature. Seeing that only the neighbors across the street were out ( Read more... )

I want a tunnel in my attic. And an Uncle Andrew. And a boy next door named Diggory. And Aslan. And a wardrobe. And a friend to come play with me. I want-- anything ( Read more... )