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lupinfarm
Almost Self-Reliant
Well.... Here I am, oil was delivered Friday.
Also, here is that poem I neglected to post! Our schools principal is insisting they be shown in the foyer of our school in the big display case.
Unpacking
Like the seasons you are
fitting, fading, blending.
Chameleon tendencies,
green to yellow to red.
Daffodils tickle
backs of knees,
you are playful
spring mornings.
Pushing onward you are,
sticky strawberry mess
smeared across mouths,
savouring flavours
of balmy summer heat.
Like the seasons you are
fitting, fading, blending.
An open box on the surface
of my tousled bed covers,
the contents are everywhere,
the memories are present,
The photographs askew.
Also, today I totally got a pair of purple skinny jeans... turns out I've lost a pant size, from a size 18 to a size 16 which makes me incredibly happy beyond all logical idea of happiness.
Also, here is that poem I neglected to post! Our schools principal is insisting they be shown in the foyer of our school in the big display case.
Unpacking
Like the seasons you are
fitting, fading, blending.
Chameleon tendencies,
green to yellow to red.
Daffodils tickle
backs of knees,
you are playful
spring mornings.
Pushing onward you are,
sticky strawberry mess
smeared across mouths,
savouring flavours
of balmy summer heat.
Like the seasons you are
fitting, fading, blending.
An open box on the surface
of my tousled bed covers,
the contents are everywhere,
the memories are present,
The photographs askew.
Also, today I totally got a pair of purple skinny jeans... turns out I've lost a pant size, from a size 18 to a size 16 which makes me incredibly happy beyond all logical idea of happiness.